The fact that hurts the most is that I feel like I cannot live. Live truly.
I feel like I am unable to go to concerts, no matter how much I want to see those artists play. I feel like it's too hard for me to see my friends some days. Not speaking of going to school. Even though I miss that totally normal high school life.
Occasionally I feel like even leaving the house is too hard. But, oh, how I crave to be alive, to be free, to get out and be happy.
Just how?
How will I ever?
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you could call it poetry
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