When your mind is not your own.

Anxiety is poison for your mind and soul, take that. Despite having three, newly bought, master pieces of human genius infront of me, I could not muster the courage to pick up a book and start reading. There's no justified reason, why. I just couldn't. My mind wasn't with me. A thousand and hundred different... Continue Reading →

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