Conversations with my brain…at 3 AM

Brain:...O.k., next up, I just want to, once again, draw your attention to the four baskets of laundry waiting to be folded. Me: Yeah, I saw them. My eyes work just fine. I choose to ignore them for the time being.

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My solitude My silence My passion My pain The effort alone it takes to regain The level of quiet is insane I can't stand it... Most days I tell my brain it needs to shut up Stop dwelling on all the ways I messed up Today Yesterday The day before that It's useless I'm just... Continue Reading →

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