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Another day inside my head. No escape from the demons that I face. Is it really this life that I hate, or is it just me? The voices in my head make me crazy, but they’re the only ones I trust. Another day trying to keep them quiet, another day trying to find that warm safe place. The warm safe place that got lost along the way. And no one seems to understand the search for the place I once knew, maybe if they crawled inside my head they’d finally know what it's like to be messed up like me. Maybe one day I’ll find someone who can give me the time of day to at least try and understand. And maybe that’ll be the day I find that warm safe place, the place that got lost along the way, the place that might finally bring rest to my racing mind, that might shield me from the demons, that might deafen me to the voice telling me to hate myself. But until then, I’m still in search of the warm safe place that my mind used to call home. But as the days go on I’m only led to wonder if the warm safe place ever existed in the first place.
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