It's past. It's not now.
Yet I can't.
The whole concept that your mother tried to make you insane on purpose, isn't a happy thought.
But harmless? I don't know. Whenever I try to approach it I go odd. Whenever my mind wanders too close there I go odd. And it's not even final yet. I think. But can't get close enough or stay there long enough to actually figure it out.
I have things to do, yet I cannot. I breathe, but I don't seem to get air in. Body hurts. Tension building up each min or so, then I have to control it and lower it again. Have to watch breathing. Since I just stop with it.
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