There are just days when I can't seem to comprehend my own mind.
My mind has a will of its own; my heart doesn't listen.
I don't know who I am anymore.
Today, my left hand got into an ugly verbal battle with my right.
She (right hand) has scarred him (the left hand) for life.
If hands could suffer from low self esteem, my left hand would have decapitated himself.
It's okay if you don't understand.
Neither do I.
For now, I'll attribute everything to the lack of sleep.
This imaginary pile of mess better sort itself out soon.
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