Confused
Trying to articulate the feelings that I have In my head is like trying to beat someone who is already dead it doesn't work out and I can't come clean but all I can do is see the vision that is already there changing by the moment no time to spare your one moment moving to the next an ongoing train wreck so you stop you look out the window to see your own reflection pivoting your weaknesses off your chest you try to confess that this isn't real that your not like this but when every moment is the same can your question that you are sane no stop wait a minute that's not what I meant
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