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wishing things were different
that i could fly away
to where eveything's alright
i've lost the will to live and to write
ive been so changed now
that im unalterable
too scared to move at all
cast into a shadow of doubt
everything feels the same
that all is of one degree
and it seems to me nothing is original anymore
i, knowing how it was
and what it has now become
that the apparently unending difficulty is
about how to get back
to the place i am normal at
there once was a reason to live
but fear and anxiety discounts it
i am in need of requite when
it comes down to things like this
i have to grab a hold onto something
and run with it, somehow
i must assault thyself with truth
