Unfinished Thoughts

Posted: July 23, 2014 in Uncategorized
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This is hard.
Waking up is hard.
Sleeping is too hard.
The throbbing headache is a nuisance.
This is not hangover induced.
This is self-loathing.
This is a renewed apocalypse.
When your feet is out of the edges of your blanket,
When someone pulls the rug from under your feet,
When you are not saved by the bell,
This is what it means to be alone.
A reality enforced amidst numbness into clarity.

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Comments
  1. kikoazalea says:

    Then don’t let anyone freaking take away that rug! Fight, DON’T YOU DARE GIVE IN.
    If you need me to come there and finish your thoughts for you…be ready to with stand a heap load of reality until you walk out with YOU. (from the tunnel thingy lol)

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