Dear Diary, Entry 7

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Clink, clink, clink, clink .......

That's the sound of the nuts loosing in my head.

I look, but I don't see,

I hear, but I can't listen,

I glance cos I can't focus.

I can't think straight, my mind is too loud,

My thoughts are too shambled.

My brain is too scrambled.

I can't even bring myself to care much about anything.

Nothing troubles me, nothing bothers me.

What's the worst that can happen? Well, I don't care.

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