Feeling uneasy or anxious for no reason. What is that? Like my pores are sensitive, open and irritated and almost wounded. Everything that comes into contact erks, hurts, bothers; it's lonesome. It makes me retreat. Within my mind is a complete different circus than out in the mundane world. Oh yes, my mind is going, going, gone. It feels good when someone else is feeling grounded and secure around me; reassures me and reminds me that...
life is good.
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