I feel like I'm stuck in purgatory.
My heart feels as if it's being crushed in my chest as I sit down to write a few lines to him. I am torn between being happy that I'm still living, and yet feeling so lost, so depressed. I think that everything will end one day. Maybe soon, or maybe it will take a long time.
There is no knowing what happens next.
I cry all the time and I am only a lost soul in my own world as I clasp hands and pray
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End of Rush Anthology
PoetryHave you ever felt so distracted by work that you had no time to enjoy your life? You've found that every day is a blur of deadlines and stress. Every evening you come home exhausted and ready to collapse, but still have to suffer through more work...
