Distorted Thoughts

Sometimes I stop in the middle of a thought and wonder where I am going.

Not really being able to decifer fantasy from reality.

My thoughts turn into a traffic jam like there had been an accident up ahead.

I can hear freinds talk but I can`t comprehend

a hundred faint whispers directed at me.

I hate confusion.

I hate distorted messeges.

I hate an addiction I can`t feed.

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