The night was soft. Nightmares, night fears were caught, hunted. Magic cannabis plant fresh and therapy.
My metaphysical questions turn to obsession when someone stirs up my feelings of schizophrenia. I do not give up until I find a solution. Yesterday I thought of a guy for six hours straight.
And I am still suspicious of those who want to get close too close. I am so screwed. I am peaceful and many have abused up to wear. A crisis paranoid? Sure. Why? I do not know yet, but try to clarify it. Too many injuries from my contemporaries certainly.
The days pass like my nights alone with my girlfriend.
I wish you all the same.
Yours.
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