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[hunnie607]

I am not getting better.
I have always been crazy.
Ive always known I was crazy.
When I was little.
Every child knows that there is something different
something "special" about them.
A last colorful stitch that noone else has.
For some kids, they think that they are destined
to be great, and do great things.
Some know they are meant to change the world,
and some know they are meant to live a normall happy life.
Not me.
Im the puzzle, with one piece that doesnt fit,
and you cant figure out why.
Im a sunflower in a feild of roses.
Im an going condratiction.
I can feel it getting worse.
no matter where I go, I can feel it closing in.
Ive cleaned my room, and moved the furtnature around
more times in one week, then I think Ive ever done in a year.
But I still cant breathe.
I cant seem to stop this feeling of suffication.
No matter how much space I have, I cant seem to get away from anything.
I dont have much to do these days,
which I thought would help.
But it hasnt.
I can feel the build up,
it choking me.
Its not just me,
Its not fair.
But Im used to me by now.