Nights

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Don't, I'll be just fine.
Really, I'll be alright.
It's nothing new inside or out. It's a byproduct of my self doubt. I deal with it everday. In the last couple years nothing has changed. Some nights are worse, some I hold it in. Don't really where to begin.

I'm afraid of who I've become. I'm a shell of who I once was. I don't go let you in. Because, it's too scary for even me to live with. I'm too afraid to ask for help. I don't want to look weak or have you mistake me for being lost. I am, just in my own terms. I'll find my way, I always do. Not a far cry from what I care about. 

Just go back to sleep. These problems are methodical. It's hard to keep up with, I know. I don't want you to worry about my train of thought, it seems like every time you get a little closer they shut you out more. It's like you can't win this fight. At this point I give up for tonight.

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