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Jan 26
i miss my camera that was stolen
my guitar that i sold
the paper running out of my last note

ink is slowly drying
i feel i'm slowly dying,
i'm panicked, and i never really know

Why

I cry

Inside

i got arrested last night
for the first time in a while
the girl that makes me sad
used to make me smile

And she still could
If she would
Try



smoking cigarettes like they're going
the way they already went
i've got too many thoughts
on my mind to vent

feels like I'm falling
losing all control
breaking down and broken
feeling so alone


i've never been this scared
never wanted to be free so badly
that it tears a gaping hole through me

i feel lost and
i'm struggling to breathe
searching frantically for an answer
something to help me see

I've forgotten all the tools
and things that kept me sober & happy
all i'm wanting now
is for everything to be over & that
                                                    scares me

I feel so much older,  now
and I bruise so easily
my heart may never mend
like embers slowly dying

a fire's going out
and my hands are trembling
my mouth is dry
and it hurts that
nothing left excites me
.  Still in the works.
But I'll keep writing it out of me.
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