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May 23
I don't want to be sad
I don't want to be angry
I want to be happy
I want to get lost in it
Forever moving, forever creating
I'm too still for my own good
I want to fly, not be grounded,
but my dreams only tend to hurt others
they say it seems impossible
or improbable and too doomed to fail and my mind is nonsense destined for medication but I don't know about all of that

I'm at impasse after impasse trying to
be in love, when will things turn out right for me ?
Tyler
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Tyler  24/M/PA
(24/M/PA)   
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