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I can't stand the way my brain spins.
It bothers me.
The overthinking.
The doubt.
The constant scribbling in my head.
It never stops.
Almost always says I'm not good enough.
It makes you tired.
Fighting the the thoughts inside and having to deal with the outside
It's just overwhelming.
Leaving was more overwhelming than just going through it.
You were my relief.
My dopamine.
Now I gotta fight my demons alone.

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