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my mind wonders through and through it never stops.i cuase pain to others they say but is it true i think not.my heart is a swirling black hole and i do think that.in eyes of others im the wierd kid, but in my eyes im just reagular old me.i write in a journal to hide feelings from others, though others think i need to be more open.my s'all and will be kepted to myself.untold lies are spoken in other peoples words about me and i try not to show my feelings.when my feelings are bottled up and then they seem to burst out only in writing.