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I think every one feels like this sometimes
Waking up in the mornings...clouding me...this dust of endless emotionless emotions.
Breathing has never been so hard as to breath this timeless loneliness for oxygen.
Opening my eyes to a world full of suffering and a depressing blanket that covers us.
Standing up...feeling my knees are weak,due to the worlds of sorrow i carry on my scarred shoulders.
My feet hurting and full of bloody open blisters because of the path that lies behind me.
My hands full of bruises and cuts,telling stories of the mentally insane.
My heart longing for the companionship of another broken heart,so they can exchange the stories with every painful beat.
My head...full of unimaginable things...making me a danger...

...to myself...
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