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How did I get here


Oh God. 

How did I get here 

The world has grown to big

I've only grown in fear 

 

This morning.

I swear it was this morning.

I woke in my mothers' arms 

 

I was so big then.

But the ceilings were taller.

Now my legs are long

but my minds much smaller 

 

It was this morning

it was warm. 

And good, and right.  

Now I'm spinning in circles 

and every turn brings more demons

than I could ever fight.

 

The days blur together.

Was it last night or last year? 

I don't know where I am. 

How did I get here? 

 

I see a thousand headstones 

a thousand names silver plated

but I mix up the people I've loved 

with the ones I've created

 

My hands are shaking 

but I don't know why 

I glare down at my grave

and up to the sky

 

I'm holding something.

And It fills me with fear. 

I don't know what I'm doing. 

How did I get here?

 

The faces surround me. 

They scream.  What.  Have.  I.  Done.

I search for some familiarity 

but don't recognize a single one

 

I reach out for some answers 

but the fogs far from sheer 

I don't know who I am. 

How did I get here?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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zoëisalrightiguess

Wow...this is a big moment for me. Did you click the wrong button or are you actually reading this by your own free will?

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