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Occasionally I find a release A release from the messed up reality we live in A release from trying, always trying, but never getting anywhere A release from my own thoughts, and Demons that Have made my mind a home A release from wondering if this day could be my last Some days it's the pen and paper, to scribble all my thoughts down on Others it's sitting in my car at 4 a.m. naming off reasons why I'm still needed here, if there aren't many. And most nights, most nights end with you. Having you hold me while I realize you're the reason I'm here. You're my release from feeling worthless. Knowing that without you here, I would have listened to those thoughts coming across my mind saying I don't deserve to be here. To take just one more pill, or swerve just a little bit more.   And every single night, no matter how hard the day was. I remind myself how thankful I am, that you are here to keep me. That I know, no matter how bad I think I am, you're not going anywhere.
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Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 9:40 PM UTC
Thoughts and you.
Occasionally I find a release A release from the messed up reality we live in A release from trying, always trying, but never getting anywhere A release from my own thoughts, and Demons that Have made my mind a home A release from wondering if this day could be my last Some days it's the pen and paper, to scribble all my thoughts down on Others it's sitting in my car at 4 a.m. naming off reasons why I'm still needed here, if there aren't many. And most nights, most nights end with you. Having you hold me while I realize you're the reason I'm here. You're my release from feeling worthless. Knowing that without you here, I would have listened to those thoughts coming across my mind saying I don't deserve to be here. To take just one more pill, or swerve just a little bit more.   And every single night, no matter how hard the day was. I remind myself how thankful I am, that you are here to keep me. That I know, no matter how bad I think I am, you're not going anywhere.
josie-ethington
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Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 9:40 PM UTC
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