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May 2018
I’m disconnected.

There’s a spark in my eye and it’s twitching into flames.  

I’m tired of this life and of these games.

I’m hoping for a reason,

Hope they give me one to stay.

I thought the pounding was finally gone,

But it is is ringing in my head

And beating in my lungs.

I’m disconnected.

I feel dead.
Existential crisis
julianna
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