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where do i go from here. i feel like the devil is tugging at my skirt hems, an dpulling me under. i'm losing.
everything.
i've ever loved.
i'm losing myself.
or maybe that's too far gone.
OH, God. the only real thing that has stayed with me.
and everything is gone.
I sleep in a bed he makes in his insanity and i am falling through the tears.
a book and a TV show. a stack of old notebooks.
what have i become?
and when will i learn to fight back
with
out
suicide weapons.
God, be with me.
amen.
everything.
i've ever loved.
i'm losing myself.
or maybe that's too far gone.
OH, God. the only real thing that has stayed with me.
and everything is gone.
I sleep in a bed he makes in his insanity and i am falling through the tears.
a book and a TV show. a stack of old notebooks.
what have i become?
and when will i learn to fight back
with
out
suicide weapons.
God, be with me.
amen.