what is this
in me
a sea of words
but when the clock strikes
only a drought remains
inertia
i just need to reciprocate
the love i get
im not enough
why can't i speak
the drip drip
haunts me
in a world
beneath me
and its all fake
all these feelings are
fake theres nothing wrong with me
my life is great
why cant i just accept
im the problem
my friends love me
so do others
everything feels out of control
slowly my work completes itself
the feelings are still there
i wake up
and sleeping again
to hide from my problems
just enough
this is too long
i'm
i'm the problem
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i'm quite disappointed in this...
i just needed to write a bit, although it doesn't say
exactly what i want.
i think i fill myself up so much i write it all in one go
and then it turns out sloppy and a mess of problems all in one.
i think i have to think about it more and reflect
but it hurts too much to do that.
idk
k thank
