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what is it like


What is it like not to hurt I wonder What is it like to not be filled with pain I wonder What is it like to live every day Healthy, safe, free With just what you need And knowing everything is okay I wonder. Are there really people like that? People who just don't understand? Who just go in living their lives without The anxiety that forces my hand in every part of my life People whose bodies don't ache Who aren't dying in pain Who believe that there's good in everybody without a refrain? I wonder. Or maybe am I the odd one Confused, uncertain how to hold on With heart heavy from a simple conversation while the other person just goes on normally livin'? Is this really the life I've been givin' Or is it the one that I deserve Or am I just growin' and rowin' so that one day I'll have no fear Because I'll tell you now I'll tell you I'm afraid Afraid of the future, afraid of the choices I've made Am I insane? Or are there others out there? What is it like living a life where the world is just and fair? Will I be okay? I keep telling myself yes, but I'm not sure. Breathe in, breathe out. Let your rational mind take it from here. I know that there are people out there who love me I know they don't know what it's like to stand where I stand But damn Yes! They still want me How can I be so lonely When I'm so loved? This disease in my mind lies to me. What is it like to live free of these mental chains I know I must go on and I'll live another day Yes! This all must be worth it somehow and if not I'll make it worth it, it's the only chance I've got.
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Skywords

From Seattle, WA. World traveler, truth seeker, social justice warrior. The mind is limited, but the heart has an endless capacity for love and emotion. Let your words bleed the truth of your soul.

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