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May 2019
It hits unexpectedly
Coming in waves
Sometimes in my dreams
Or in my waking days

It feels like a pin dropping
And holding your breath for the sound
My heart rate accelerates
And then sinks to the ground

I don't know how to stop living in the past
I never thought
This limbo I'm in would last
But everytime my mind drifts to you
My limbs grow heavy
And my heart breaks in two

My life is weary
My future is full of dread
I loathe who I have been
God I wish he were dead
Things aren't turning out like I expected. Most days are okay, but I don't know where I'm heading
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Joliver  22
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