Every day has been a tough day, for the past five months. I've been screaming, clawing and falling around at each failed step I make; it doesn't end. 'Oh, you'll be fine'. Well, mom, my fine is an egg that will break, I am never truly fine. I haven't been showering in an attempt to foul out these distressing, and most exhausting, low thoughts I have, but it doesn't work. All it achieves is the reality of dark circles and end resorts.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC
Every day has been a tough day, for the past five months. I've been screaming, clawing and falling around at each failed step I make; it doesn't end. 'Oh, you'll be fine'. Well, mom, my fine is an egg that will break, I am never truly fine. I haven't been showering in an attempt to foul out these distressing, and most exhausting, low thoughts I have, but it doesn't work. All it achieves is the reality of dark circles and end resorts.
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