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My thoughts are a never ending abyss that plagues every part of me.
They fall to my head and never reach a bottom of which they can dispose themselves in.
They stay with me, repeating themselves till I can no longer process anything but them.
There are few things that can ever block them out, and right now, I have access to none.
So I sit in a house or a party and I sit only with the thoughts that haunt me day and night.
Not ever able to feel emotions as I drift into a world, explored by many.
Most people stay for only a few minutes or maybe even a month are two.
But then there are those like me who have houses that have been there for their entire life.
A very comfortable place in which you can get lost in so easily.
People pass by your window sometimes, shouting at you to get out, but don't they understand that outside of this home I've built myself, I feel so tired?
I'm so drained of energy that I get lightheaded just by standing up.
But still they stand, screaming and yelling at me. Not understanding.
And so I sit in my bed, waiting for the sun to come up so I can sleep. Because when I sleep, my thoughts are able to penetrate me further that they are when I'm awake.
It's worse when it's the night, when no one takes notice and there's no sound.
Because then the thoughts echo in your head that send you to a place where all you can hear is a high pitched ringing that makes your brain want to split in half.

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I'm really tired and I'm so done with life right now.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 26, 2018 ⏰

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