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the end is within reach close enough for me to touch making my fingertips tingle and my legs weaken with the fatigue of over-analyzation it rips worries apart in my already warped mind the good becomes bad and the bad dissipates quickly because i want so desperately to feel good about considering the need for an end but i'm held firm by chains of cowardice guilt and a love that just won't let go.
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC
the end of nothing
the end is within reach close enough for me to touch making my fingertips tingle and my legs weaken with the fatigue of over-analyzation it rips worries apart in my already warped mind the good becomes bad and the bad dissipates quickly because i want so desperately to feel good about considering the need for an end but i'm held firm by chains of cowardice guilt and a love that just won't let go.
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Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC
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