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Jul 2013
Some days are like most nights
I lay awake tracing shadows with my eyes
Trying to sort through all of the thoughts
That occupy my head
Recklessly trying to find peace of mind
That is the story of my life

Why is there bad and good, always an opposite?
How do we know we're doing the right thing?
How do we know we are going about life in the right way?
How do we know?


None of it makes sense to me

Because here I am
Here I am hurting and yelling and feeling in my thoughts
Trying not to go crazy
Lately I feel like I actually might be
I haven't heard any voices or anything like that
It's more of an everyday kind of crazy
Where I am constantly forgetting things I shouldn't
And thinking about death more than I probably should

It's just
I hold on to my words like I'm holding on for my life
Writing is just as painful as holding myself onto this ledge I'm about to fall off of
This is too hard for me
I keep feeling so terribly terribly average
Evynne
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