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The overwhelming feeling of 

thinking about everyday life is a 

constant routine lying in bed, 

swallowing depression. 

I can't control the genuine need 

for real feelings that don't just 

seem to satisfy my own imagination. 

Because I'm obsessed with 

letting go of those who don't deserve it. 

I can't change anymore 

I've been ready for a long time 

to leave this vicious life, 

but it never works. 

I always struggle with faith 

because my body is on the 

brink of a thunderous realization all the time. 

This indecisive movement 

messes with my mind. 

And I'm desperate to jump.  

Nothing exists in this world,  

even I am just dust in a plain feeling. 

The right place is here, 

at the front entrance, 

but I have to take another step 

until I can hold the air in my arms. 

I want it so bad I can't move. 

But my mind is racing to myself. 

Feels like shit, does that mean I'm a fool? 

Or I'm losing? 

Why can't I get out of my own way? 

Like a stone in the way, quiet and cold, 

full of fragments inside. 

I'm grieving my pieces.