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3 a.m. and I'm thinking again. Yes or no, do I stay or go? At night I fly no goodbyes or sweet lullabies just wind beneath my wings. My hair blown back a smile on my face, this is it. This is my race. So why does my stomach start to twist and the sky darkens as my feeling of being fulfilled turns into me being full of what-ifs? What if I were to die tomorrow? What if i'm not liked? What if the clouds fell down and all my achievements earned were frowns? What if my paranoia presents as reality and I forget to breathe? Will I stay or go, yes or no? Is it worth the wait if what it gets me isn't gain? Is it worth the try, to trudge through this pain when I fail to sleep every night's the same. I'm worn out and my time has run thin. 6 a.m. and time to start my day again.
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 5:35 PM UTC
Night
3 a.m. and I'm thinking again. Yes or no, do I stay or go? At night I fly no goodbyes or sweet lullabies just wind beneath my wings. My hair blown back a smile on my face, this is it. This is my race. So why does my stomach start to twist and the sky darkens as my feeling of being fulfilled turns into me being full of what-ifs? What if I were to die tomorrow? What if i'm not liked? What if the clouds fell down and all my achievements earned were frowns? What if my paranoia presents as reality and I forget to breathe? Will I stay or go, yes or no? Is it worth the wait if what it gets me isn't gain? Is it worth the try, to trudge through this pain when I fail to sleep every night's the same. I'm worn out and my time has run thin. 6 a.m. and time to start my day again.
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ily-georgia
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 5:35 PM UTC
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