Just a little something I wrote in a sad moment:
I'm going stale, waiting.
I'm going mad, thinking.
I'm turning numb, pining.
I'm going insane, wanting.
All the good signs lead me here
the pull makes me want to rebel.
For the sake of my heart, I should run.
For the sake of my head, I should stay.
I'm swimming in the deep end of confusion.
Sink or swim, I hope I can still win.
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