my forgetfulness will be the death of me..
i can't shake this feeling of desolation, of loneliness.. of this.. this.. what the hell it is...
i can't have this now.. of all times.. now..
the much too often feeling of anxiety.. of fear..
the uncontrollable shakes, the inability to cry..
the burying of face to the pillows to quiet the nagging voices...
the inability to stay asleep at night but the deadness of the body during the day...
why..
just.. why..
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