I don’t know why and I don’t know whats wrong with my brain?
This thought is like it has been going down the drain!
I don’t know how to stop it!
I couldn’t stand it, not one bit!
I just want it to end this pain!
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Meghan LeVaughn
I'm Meghan. I’m 36. I always love to be creative and using my imagination since I was a little girl. I like stories & love to share my inspirations, journeys, etc.
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Well done.