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I question what it could be sometimes, Fathom the ideas in my head- All strange, and unruly, and unheard of by the people around me. I wonder if I'll form a herion addiction like my father, Or take up coke instead. I'm proud that I've yet to try, but my insecurities rule over all I don't know what to expect with myself anymore. What I'm going to try next, Or if I'll die from lung cancer when everything I've tried before Catches up to **** me. Or if the medications the doctors put me on will go through All those adverse side affects And **** me themselves. Or if my mind finally gets to me. Finally kills me, ends itself. One second there and the next gone. It's too much to figure. I can't handle that thought. It's been here too long, It's an old friend. I hate it. My downfall is too many things, Myself, the outside, the feelings that plague my being- The insecurity... It's too complicated. It's too exhausting. I'm tired. Maybe that's my downfall... The tiredness fueled by the unfathomable idea of it all.
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Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 12:16 PM UTC
My Downfall
I question what it could be sometimes, Fathom the ideas in my head- All strange, and unruly, and unheard of by the people around me. I wonder if I'll form a herion addiction like my father, Or take up coke instead. I'm proud that I've yet to try, but my insecurities rule over all I don't know what to expect with myself anymore. What I'm going to try next, Or if I'll die from lung cancer when everything I've tried before Catches up to **** me. Or if the medications the doctors put me on will go through All those adverse side affects And **** me themselves. Or if my mind finally gets to me. Finally kills me, ends itself. One second there and the next gone. It's too much to figure. I can't handle that thought. It's been here too long, It's an old friend. I hate it. My downfall is too many things, Myself, the outside, the feelings that plague my being- The insecurity... It's too complicated. It's too exhausting. I'm tired. Maybe that's my downfall... The tiredness fueled by the unfathomable idea of it all.
RedSpaceAngst
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RedSpaceAngst
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Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 12:16 PM UTC
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