How many times I've wandered back and fourth down the same streets, gazing at the same sites. Wondering how much lighter the world would be if I wasn't actually in it. Some of my darkest hours have been spent wandering these streets, full of loathing and hopelessness.
What's on your mind? The mocking question FB asks every day. Some things are better locked away into the deepest recesses, never to be shared. But sometimes those things build up, screaming to be released into the ether.
Everyone, no matter how tough, angry, or brave they act like on the outside, have a breaking point on the inside. It hurts knowing how fragile your current situation in life is. So easy for everything that you have to shatter around you, leaving you with bloodied fingers as you attempt to pick up the pieces.
Sometimes this life feels like it's not so bad. Others it seems the most unbearable.
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