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i can never find my drink      it's not so much that i forget      it's more so that i'm never around long enough to circle back twice but that's alright      i can always find someone's i talk to myself **** near constantly      i'd like to think it's not to hear myself speak      but to let myself think the only time i get the chance to say the things i've always longed to is when i'm the only one around to listen      i love to listen i also love to eavesdrop just to see how others talk      when they're expecting only to be heard i still don't believe in hell      not as a destination hell is some place within me i dredge through it daily and not a soul can save me      guess that's why i've never feared god no      not god but **** near everyone else i've got this ******* anxiety just welling within me and what's worse is that no one can see my crazy      no      just me but it pecks at my brain and howls at the moon and consumes my thoughts whole      *i'm afraid of everyone      always* i'm the most afraid of me i'm afraid of the things i see in the mirror      i fear for myself that i'll never really grow up      just more scared      and angry      and bitter i'm afraid of my heart-rate      climbing higher than your balcony      until it factually breaks but i somehow know i'll be okay i feel it more and more each day      because somewhere      in my static-charged skull      and double-time heart      there is at least a little balance      see      i've got something that most people don't           i really only know one thing: if i ran into the six-year-old version of me if we passed as strangers on the street      she'd smile and think that she'd like to grow up to be just like me
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Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
confession. (gaining peace.)
i can never find my drink      it's not so much that i forget      it's more so that i'm never around long enough to circle back twice but that's alright      i can always find someone's i talk to myself **** near constantly      i'd like to think it's not to hear myself speak      but to let myself think the only time i get the chance to say the things i've always longed to is when i'm the only one around to listen      i love to listen i also love to eavesdrop just to see how others talk      when they're expecting only to be heard i still don't believe in hell      not as a destination hell is some place within me i dredge through it daily and not a soul can save me      guess that's why i've never feared god no      not god but **** near everyone else i've got this ******* anxiety just welling within me and what's worse is that no one can see my crazy      no      just me but it pecks at my brain and howls at the moon and consumes my thoughts whole      *i'm afraid of everyone      always* i'm the most afraid of me i'm afraid of the things i see in the mirror      i fear for myself that i'll never really grow up      just more scared      and angry      and bitter i'm afraid of my heart-rate      climbing higher than your balcony      until it factually breaks but i somehow know i'll be okay i feel it more and more each day      because somewhere      in my static-charged skull      and double-time heart      there is at least a little balance      see      i've got something that most people don't           i really only know one thing: if i ran into the six-year-old version of me if we passed as strangers on the street      she'd smile and think that she'd like to grow up to be just like me
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Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 9:27 PM UTC
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