Sep 30, 2007 18:42
Sunrise.
Eyes still open.
Thoughts rushing.
Faster.
Faster.
Infinite thoughts.
Infinite space and time.
Infinite longing.
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The discontent spreads like a disease.
It's on me.
Everyone's noticing.
Absolutely everyone.
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My heart is heavy.
Deflated.
I am not the same.
Change me back.
I want to be happy again.