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I'm no longer thriving or drowning
I'm just standing still
Numb to everything
Yet so sensitive about my own feelings
I jump from self-love to self-hate in an attempt to understand my very self
It's a dangerous game though
You lose your way
You lose sight of everything you have set
I'm here sitting in my own despair with a rope of hope by my side

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 22, 2021 ⏰

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