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I walk slowly, my mind placing landmines as I go.

If one step is to close, my mind gets lost in a fog of my own problems and baggage throw into the air as the mine detonates but isnt fatal.

Everything, my health, my mental state of mind, past memories that should have been different ( If I had a Father who had cared to share time an not mostly forget I was even there. ), self worth, body image...things that almost always stuck in my head.

That is only one level of things that bother me.