Reality bites
If I could turn back time...
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...and picking up the pieces
I don't know whether to hide in my shell or to break out of this PTSD hell. This is my life of anxiety, confusion, dating, depression, divorce, family, OCD, and so much more. Grab a drink, have a seat and join in this messed up conversation in my head.
Note: This is my verbal purging. Sometimes it will make sense, some times it won't. And if it doesn't, have another drink and things will become a little clearer.
Cracked my Shell
...and picking up the pieces
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