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Dec 2018 · 227
Whatever It Is
A Hayden Dec 2018
Whatever it is,
It wells up inside me like a cup runneth over.

Whatever it is,
It is my Crimson and Clover.

Whatever it is,
It is over and over.
Jun 2018 · 263
No type of weather
A Hayden Jun 2018
I forget to breathe deeply. I forget to stand up straight. Why?

What is this weight?

I always end up back here, trapped inside my mind. I know that if I want to accept the sunshine I must also accept the rain.

But this isn’t rain.

This is, no type of weather.

This is, a deep and dark place. Where sometimes I feel so far from reality. Sometimes I feel like I don’t know who or what I am. This dark manic confusion, consumes me for a moment and then I force a smile. I thought I left this **** behind me. Nope hello here I am she says. This dark and manic confusion.

And there is rarely pleasure…. Right?
Just suffering...suffering...suffering. And I can’t get out,
Wait where am i?

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