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The rush of it allYou know the sensation of being lateThe rush to be on timeThe anxiety theThe frustrationWhy couldn’t it be more like the days of oldThe days I dream ofThe calmness and serenityWhere all is in rhythm with the heartbeat of lifeWhere time passes carelesslyWhen will there be only one goalOne preoccupation2006-
Rico Nebula Dec 2018
When you don’t know what life is gonna pitch next
When you feel like you’re alone or misunderstood
When you feel like everybody dislikes you it judges you
When you lose motivation for your favorite hobbies
When depression comes forth and is constantly fluctuating
When you feel like nobody understand you or your mind
When you can’t even express your emotions or thoughts
When you live in that existential mindset and can’t seem to get out
When you accept being alone and accept rejection
When the world in which you live doesn’t suit you
You’re drifting.
You’re drifting. You can’t deny it.
Your life is no longer worth it.
Your mind drifts, to a place where you can finally smile.
Your thoughts drift to the hell of which you live in.
Your mood drifts, to a low point in which you only think:
“**** this. **** that. **** everything around me”
You’re drifting.
More and more you drift. Into existential crisis
Into the pain called love
Or the pain called boredom
The pain called thinking.
You drift. Slowly. Heavily.  into depression.
You drift. So much that you’re tired of drifting.
Tired of thinking. Tired of breathing. Tired of losing allyou care for.
You’re oh so tired. So tired of every single thing.
You’re tired. So you broke your promise and started to drift again.
Drift. Into a late night sleep
Drift through the cycle of nightmares called life.

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