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turn me around

because i really cannot do this again

sitting by myself

allows me to dig

at myself

thats all im good for at the moment

trying to figure out the hows and whys

all i can really think is

why not?

what if? ?

how come?

i shouldnt sit around feeling sorry for myself

but what if the only thing i want to do

is just to sit around and feel sorry for myself?

who said that i cant wallow

in the self pity?

why do i have to keep that smile on my face

through thick and thin

and pretend that everything is perfectly fine?

my family wonders how im doing

my friends want to know where i am

if its any good

i smile

tell them the usual

the truth is that this isnt what i was expecting

this real world that ive been thrown in to

is far too real

the best days of my life never existed

im just on the slow train to nowhere

and its stopping at every single station

monday

tuesday

wednesday

thursday

friday

saturday

sunday

january

febuary

march



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it just goes on

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Your theme is thoroughly modern and relevant to this generation ... great work.

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Thanks, I appreciate it. I guess I just write whatever is on my mind.

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I know I've definitely felt this way! Thanks

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