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Marina Mack Sep 2015
Time is a funny thing.
It runs and runs and runs
And even when it runs all out
There's still more to run.
It's crazy how time flies by when I'm smiling
And it's crazy how time crawls when I'm crying.
Time is crazy
And
Time is running.
Marina Mack Sep 2015
I keep losing myself. When I'm like this, my mind doesn't connect with my body. They are two different things. There is you. Then theirs this body you belong to. It's reality. When I'm not here, my mind wonders about all things & I'm thinking in such depth. Then I remember that there is this body I'm straying from and I go back there. And forget what it was doing while I was in the other world. I hate this world. It's a horrible place. There's so much evil. So much pain. It's so rough down here. Everybody's stories are so horrible here.  Why am I here? What is my purpose? I feel so overwhelmed. I want to be in the other world with my head hanging around. I don't know which world I belong in. Do I just say goodbye to this world and go where my mind wonders? I can't decide which life I want. I'm not strong enough for this.

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