Designer: Manikka
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I want out of my head and all its little quirks. I want out of how it goes stomping around my insides; flaunting the authority it's got over the blood in my veins, the heart in my chest cavity and the trigger over that numbing sensation.

And the minute it's done rationalizing everything, all there is to realize is that I'm stuck. I want out of my head. I want out of this skin. I want a clear stream of tears out of this flesh and away from the migraines..but those tears never come: something in my head says that they have no right, or reason, to.

Stop dictating my moods. Get out of my head. Somebody get me out of my head and away from those promises I've yet to make, again..promises I, for one, might never make again.
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