When life happens, I see him- A thin vapor Steaming out of my finger tips That reach forward, That screams Tearing the haze away. ...
Friday, November 29
getting worse
I just can't do this anymore. Go to class, get out of bed, act happy. And I was doing so good. I hadn't been this way for a while, but I knew it was coming, I could feel myself getting worse, and I couldn't stop it.
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