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THE TRUTH


Time to face the truth

I’m a mess

It’s 4:17 and I’m a mess

I’m tired but can’t sleep

I just want to lay in bed

Lay and stay in bed

There is a part of me that wants to run

Run and keep running

Till a fire grows in my lungs and can’t breathe

But the voice of loss screams

I’m at a loss in life

Everything’s just too loud

I just want to sleep

When everything just disappears

When I just disappear

I want for people to see what I see and leave

It’s like I’m falling and there is no way to stop it

For when eventually fall and hit the ground.

(END)

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