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Dec 2014
some days
i feel like i've got nowhere to go
some days
i think i have too many choices
none of which
i want.

most days
i'm alone
people make me tired
most days
anxiety
shrivels me
and depression
makes me stand still.

so i stay alone
not headed anywhere
scared and perpetually
lonely.
Written by
Haley Adshead
279
   Beth Richter and Creep
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