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Jun 2014
How am I supposed to get this out when I can’t think straight?
I can’t think and I can't breathe and I can’t see what’s right in front of me.
Bright sides don’t cure anything, they only distract.
Don’t tell me to think happy thoughts.
Because you don’t understand.
Sickness that pills can’t cure
Sadness that best friends can’t take away
But take it away, this pressing weight, pressing in on my thoughts
Like anchors
Steal my caution so I can stare out at the sunset
Like the cat on the windowsill
Without feeling like it’s the end
I learned the hard way that caffeine isn’t a substitute for sleep.
written June 7th, 2013
Written by
kas  24/F/Nebraska
     C P X and Maria
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