it's all too much.
every day i wake up and i just want the days to end.
and i suffocate myself and i don't know how much more i can handle.
it's killing me.
the thought of getting up everyday.
5:25 AM
the repetition is eating away at me.
the days start to blend together and i feel like i'm living the same day over and over.
it's killing me
it's killing me
it's killing me.
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becoming myself (book 2 to poems)
Poetryi'm still healing and i've learned that that's okay.
