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It starts to slow down and everything is still the same. And you're still; stirring crazily with all these realizations. All these things that used to be. Everything thats fucked just keeps on fucking you. And it means everything to feel different, to be different. But you'll do nothing to change.
I haven't continually felt this way in so long. But I can't shake it.
On top of this I'm beyond stressed out. You know the feeling when you want to just get away? But that somewhere else will only be worse? You'd long to get back to everything that makes you weak just to kill the isolation?
Is there anything worth wanting?
I haven't continually felt this way in so long. But I can't shake it.
On top of this I'm beyond stressed out. You know the feeling when you want to just get away? But that somewhere else will only be worse? You'd long to get back to everything that makes you weak just to kill the isolation?
Is there anything worth wanting?