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Another late night. Just bidding my time. Putting off what must be. Lying in bed with my thoughts to envelope me. The repetative failures will crash over me. Will I sink possibly lower than I feel now? Ah, but is this even possible? If I were to sink any lower, would I still exsist? I will find out. I do imagine I will wake in the morning, and the sun will be shining.
Feelings are wretched things. Feelings are liars.
Feelings cripple me. Apathy, is it a blessing or a curse?
I value my ability to feel, one that some people lose. But at times like this perhaps I would like to lose mine as well.
Feelings are wretched things. Feelings are liars.
Feelings cripple me. Apathy, is it a blessing or a curse?
I value my ability to feel, one that some people lose. But at times like this perhaps I would like to lose mine as well.