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Rushing cars and twinkling Christmas lights and “holly jolly” Christmas music that is being periodically interrupted by the blaring of horns; I just want it all to stop. Bed sheets that no matter how warm they get still aren't desirable without you in them and cups of coffee that only sometimes achieve success in doing their job of keeping me awake; Aching seems to be my only pal these days. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now that pretending just won’t cut it And it seems that I can no longer cope with this anxiety that is bubbling up Because I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. I really freaking miss you And I don’t know how many more times I’m going to be able to journey through the fog that plagues me every time I go to step out that door. I’ve stopped being able to convince myself that it’s worth it now that you’re no longer there to remind me and kiss my flushed cheeks on the days when I come home so convinced that I’m not strong enough You were the fuel that kept me going, And without you here, I’m afraid I’m Running Out.
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Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 2:30 AM UTC
I'm Running Out
Rushing cars and twinkling Christmas lights and “holly jolly” Christmas music that is being periodically interrupted by the blaring of horns; I just want it all to stop. Bed sheets that no matter how warm they get still aren't desirable without you in them and cups of coffee that only sometimes achieve success in doing their job of keeping me awake; Aching seems to be my only pal these days. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now that pretending just won’t cut it And it seems that I can no longer cope with this anxiety that is bubbling up Because I miss you, I miss you, I miss you. I really freaking miss you And I don’t know how many more times I’m going to be able to journey through the fog that plagues me every time I go to step out that door. I’ve stopped being able to convince myself that it’s worth it now that you’re no longer there to remind me and kiss my flushed cheeks on the days when I come home so convinced that I’m not strong enough You were the fuel that kept me going, And without you here, I’m afraid I’m Running Out.
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English
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 2:30 AM UTC
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