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Bruised

What am I doing? Logic and emotion tear me from facing reality. While you continue to point out my flaws, I continue to play along. What are we doing? Forming connections and regrets that will only Be forgotten in the upcoming years I keep trying to read between the lines I am scared to death, My throat feels like it's collapsing Whenever the future crosses my mind Life has become too much to handle With every smile I fake And every apology I buy I slowly slip away Who am I? I hate this person I have become Both inside and out I judge and am judged Hypocrisy and lies blur my vision Please guide me to the answers Where am I supposed to go in life? I just need a sign, A purpose, A reason for all of this suffering. Someone please save me Before I lose everything.
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rachel-gonzalez
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Jan 24, 2012
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