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Jan 2019
Feelings that can't be described
Agony of living among others who seems to care
Reacting without thinking, taking the damage without screaming
Life has got to the point where nothing makes sense
Why do we do what we do...
I just can't, I just can't be here or there
Every place seems empty and my mind goes crazy
There's no proper line of thinking
Anxiety has got to the point, where i can't even know what i'm thinking and why i'm thinking it

Losing control...
Actions turning into an even higher grade of selfishness
Isolation is a consequence
But it's all for the greater good
Deal with what needs to be dealt
At the end, it'll be just a phase and everything that happened will be lost in time
The only one who will actually remembers that, will be the person who felt all this
Who were around will be gone and life will go on
Written by
Rafael Mendes  21/M/Brasil Goiânia Goiás
(21/M/Brasil Goiânia Goiás)   
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