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Days lead into weeks And the weeks lead into months And it all eventually boils down to years The years I no longer want To keep passing as it all Falls into the bits and pieces That I so fear. It is within these days that Even as I find love And begin the slow learning Of myself and who I happen To be, I realize I will never actually know what truly happiness is I have been harmed too many times To have even a concept on love On life On not fearing everything They say I’m becoming a different person That all of a sudden everything is scaring me But it’s not sudden It’s not sudden like you think, It’s just that I’m bad at hiding it right now Because I am so tired I am so tired these days That I can’t function well And in these days I lose hope All over again. While I’m not going to do much of anything About not feeling the hope, I realize I’m tired of trying to go on. I fear life in of itself these days And it’s one of the worst feelings To watch as these days Continue to float on.
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Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 2:19 PM UTC
DAYS
Days lead into weeks And the weeks lead into months And it all eventually boils down to years The years I no longer want To keep passing as it all Falls into the bits and pieces That I so fear. It is within these days that Even as I find love And begin the slow learning Of myself and who I happen To be, I realize I will never actually know what truly happiness is I have been harmed too many times To have even a concept on love On life On not fearing everything They say I’m becoming a different person That all of a sudden everything is scaring me But it’s not sudden It’s not sudden like you think, It’s just that I’m bad at hiding it right now Because I am so tired I am so tired these days That I can’t function well And in these days I lose hope All over again. While I’m not going to do much of anything About not feeling the hope, I realize I’m tired of trying to go on. I fear life in of itself these days And it’s one of the worst feelings To watch as these days Continue to float on.
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Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 2:19 PM UTC
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