Bpd. Comments

Twisted madness it over take my mind like weeds that never go.
Voice on top of voice, all shouting to have their say, never still, never quite, thunder on top of a drum.
Laughing when mistake are made and hiding behind each other when someone works it out that this is not the real person.
Trying to find away to explain why you jump on that chair at your grandparent funeral.
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