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Oct 2017
What if I told you that no matter what I do, no matter what I say, my world is full of everything sad as grey.

I remember how it felt when the sun would come, even if it was just for a second, my life felt a little bit true.

But not now, and it won’t be for a while. Many times I have thought about throwing in the towel… just washing myself away in hard liquor and sorrows.

Maybe it isn’t fair, maybe I am just a shadow of who I am supposed to be. Maybe the world isn’t ending, maybe it is just my demons taunting me with these thoughts that aren’t even true.

I wish I could tell you all of the thoughts that come to my mind, I wish that I could say that I believe that everything will be okay.

I wish you could understand my mind and how I have never seen anything more beautiful than darkness on a **** highway at 3 in the morning.

The world is so dark to me, figuratively and literally.

I do not say that lightly, because it would be a cowardly thing to be dishonest about.

I wish I could say that I don’t envy the people who can find joy in almost anything this life has to offer.

Because when you struggle to find joy in the things that usually bring you happiness, you realize just how lonely you are in this void.

It feels like I am in this abyss of shadows and the ethereal way is calling me home but I am restricted by a noose made of chains.

Sounds miserable doesn’t it, I wish you could understand. I truly wish you could.

I wish you could understand as easily as a burning fire burns through even the toughest wood.

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I view my world like a vinyl album on a record player, constantly spinning for a little and then coming to a stop when the content is finished being played.

The difference is that the album can be replayed and flipped over, but my mind feels impossible to move and restart.

No fire could light up my life anymore, because I have already fallen and hit the cold, stony floor.

I am 50 feet below the surface, looking up at the world with a broken lens. I mean, wouldn’t your sight and beliefs be cracked if you fell that far too?
Drew Daniel Young
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Drew Daniel Young  Arkansas.
(Arkansas.)   
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     winter sakuras, --- and CallMeVenus
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