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i've been dragging my feet for a while now. trying to make pictures with the dust i guess. i don't feel good anymore. i just don't. and i know you don't want to hear about it, so stop asking me how i am doing. let's just share the silence instead of playing tug of war with the sounds waves.
i'm sure there's an answer to all this. i'm sure if you pick me apart into small enough pieces there is a cure. but that cure comes with side effects and i've had enough of those.
i want peace. i want to sit down at the end of the day and be happy. i want to stop feeling the push and pull of the minute hand. i want to be able to leave. i don't want this responsibility anymore.
i'm sure there's an answer to all this. i'm sure if you pick me apart into small enough pieces there is a cure. but that cure comes with side effects and i've had enough of those.
i want peace. i want to sit down at the end of the day and be happy. i want to stop feeling the push and pull of the minute hand. i want to be able to leave. i don't want this responsibility anymore.