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Oct 2010
I'm standing here
right in the middle of everything
I don't know what to do
you've got me all confused
The wind is blowing me backward
pressing against my chest
I can't breathe
I need to find a way to be relieved
of all this stress
So with the wind I will choose
To let it push me backward
and the thought of finally falling down
it feels so good to me
I'm swinging her above you all
as an under-achiever
I'm doing everything I can
while becoming
a non-believer
My hands are holding firmly
to this bar you see above me
but it has rained hard last night
and its getting harder to hold on this tight
And so I'm slipping
and my hands are aching
I'm crying so hard
and my back is breaking
So I'll let go from all of this
and as I'm letting go
it feels so good
to finally fall
You all say something different
but the decision is up to me
you all give me your input
and you tell me life is the key
With your hands pushing me down
you don't care at all
If I'm so **** important
Why will you let me fall
But I don't want this responsibility
and I don’t want this decision to be up to me
So I'll let all y our hands
push me till I fall
It feels so good to be giving in
letting go and falling down
I'm so stretched out in every single way
I'll have to do tomorrow
What I didn’t get done today
For now
Just this one time
I know what I want
So let it be mine
I want to fall down
and never get back up
I want to let go
I want to give up
Do what you want to me
I'm scared and tired
I'm so sick of this

I am… I am sick of me
- From Rambelings of an Angel
Written by
Katie Conner
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