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Feb 2018
Happiness.
Blues.
Happiness.
Blues.
Happiness.
Blues.
The cycle forever renews.

Getting sick of being happy.
Getting ill of being sad.
Getting tired of being high.
Getting high off trying to die..

It's so weird.
I don't enjoy happiness anymore.
I enjoy it as much as sadness.
But sadness feels so horrible ?!
My mind descends into madness.

Just a short step,
it was never far.
Always on the edge.
how did my life get so far ?

I thought about death
and it thought about me.
Then I thought about life,
how I wish I was free..

Imagine a place that you've never seen.
Is it good ? Is it bad ?
Mine was terrible.
Is that where I'm going ?
Where my descend stops ?
Is this madness ? The death of mind ?
Or is it numbness, the death of heart ?
Could be both, could be neither.

Maybe I'm just tired.
Dom Bobek
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