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I've been lost
Not with anything in particular
Just a mind that's tossed
It has been on extracurriculars
None of which are wanted
I'm fighting like hell
To not go back to my old ways
I don't expect it to keep going well
But I still don't want to relive those days
Where my only way of survival was self mutilation
About the Creator
Rene Peters
I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.
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