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Sometimes I feel like I'm back, Like I'm ******* back, Back in the life I used to live, Back in my old body with a weak chest, And caving in ribs, Like every single muscle is so relaxed, Because it has no reason to move. Sometimes I feel like I'm back, Like I'm living in the past, But I'm more alive than I have been, And I am again who I once knew, The person I am at heart, Along with all the love, And the sadness and pain. And it hurts, It hurts so ******* much, I remember that I'm dying, But I feel most alive, When I am who I am, And I'm not who I'm not, And I live as myself. I escaped myself for some time, For quite nearly an age, I was just like everyone, Who lives in their minds, I focused on my ego, I pursued my selfishness, And I neglected the humanity of others. I was Normal. But if I'm to stay that way, I need to be smarter than that, Than to return to any things of my past, Any parts of myself, I just can't look back, I can't remember that life, Where I was for so many years. I am here now... And I remember now... I am alive now... And I am myself now... And it's difficult to make the decision now, Wether I should accept the new hollow person I became, Or to return to the person with mind and heart in harmony. I am Not Normal. Because despite my unity of soul and spirit, The link only exists as it degrades, And with it degrades the rest of me, All of which I once was and am, My health, My sanity, And my existence. And it splits me, From a single central point, In every radial direction, Making pieces out of me, Like a puzzle no one puts together, Because the masterpiece painted on it, Might be too much to want to see.
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 5:08 AM UTC
Sometimes I Feel Like I'm Back
Sometimes I feel like I'm back, Like I'm ******* back, Back in the life I used to live, Back in my old body with a weak chest, And caving in ribs, Like every single muscle is so relaxed, Because it has no reason to move. Sometimes I feel like I'm back, Like I'm living in the past, But I'm more alive than I have been, And I am again who I once knew, The person I am at heart, Along with all the love, And the sadness and pain. And it hurts, It hurts so ******* much, I remember that I'm dying, But I feel most alive, When I am who I am, And I'm not who I'm not, And I live as myself. I escaped myself for some time, For quite nearly an age, I was just like everyone, Who lives in their minds, I focused on my ego, I pursued my selfishness, And I neglected the humanity of others. I was Normal. But if I'm to stay that way, I need to be smarter than that, Than to return to any things of my past, Any parts of myself, I just can't look back, I can't remember that life, Where I was for so many years. I am here now... And I remember now... I am alive now... And I am myself now... And it's difficult to make the decision now, Wether I should accept the new hollow person I became, Or to return to the person with mind and heart in harmony. I am Not Normal. Because despite my unity of soul and spirit, The link only exists as it degrades, And with it degrades the rest of me, All of which I once was and am, My health, My sanity, And my existence. And it splits me, From a single central point, In every radial direction, Making pieces out of me, Like a puzzle no one puts together, Because the masterpiece painted on it, Might be too much to want to see.
I need to get back into writing, my style is becoming less and less refined...
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 5:08 AM UTC
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