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Nov 2014
Slowly dying
Slowly crying
Slowly giving up without even trying

I'm slowly anticipating what everyone else is afraid of

I'm slowly crawling towards insanity
I'm slowly weeping for sanity

I'm slowly wishing for a solace


I'm slowly hoping for release
From this hell bent place that's corrupting my belief
I'm hoping when I get what I'm anticipating
*I'll be free
I hate how time feels. It feels too slow and it feels too fast.
Chalsey Wilder
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Chalsey Wilder  22/Two-Spirit/Space
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