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Goes Through My Head

No one know whats goes through my head 
Half of the things don't think anyone can handle 
Thoughts of my past when i was molested 
Thought of suicide 
Thoughts of being alone 
Thoughts of my kids hating me 
Thoughts of not knowing who i am
My mind is a time bomb 
Ready to explode 
Just need to know that everything 
Will be okay 
No one knows what goes through my head 
I feel like im goingn crazy and just need your hand
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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