I could have labeled this chapter help.
Or any other title that may have made it seem as though I'm struggling.
But I didn't .
I really wanna write about something,
Depressing.
Why?
Because that's all I ever feel.
Depressed and anxious.
For nothing in particular.
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Feelings that don't make sense to me.
Emotions I can't quite talk about.
Expressions that seem to be.
And words that pour out.
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I can't listen to some songs without seeing a bigger picture,
Cause I listen to the lyrics and think too much.
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The dreams I desired.
Those memories expired.
I'm no longer inspired.
And now I find myself in a dire need to be longed for, the meaning in my head is so much more, and so I see the core value isn't need but Want.
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Some people say "I wish I could die".
All they ever do is cry.
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The American Dream is dead, and I just wanna go to bed.
But I can't sleep, cause my thoughts are too deep, and the mountains I make are too steep.
That's all I have to say, I really hope you stay, and people stop using the word bae. Please help, I'm gonna go cry my life away.
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RANDOM BOOK
RandomTHIS IS JUST SOME RANDOM THINGS, IDK, I just thought "hey why not make a book about random stuff", so yeah and here we are, MOSTLY UPDATES.. but that will change soon, also some tiny paragraphs on how I'm feeling.
