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36.

what is with this world

and the weight that i carry on my shoulders,

why is it so hard to keep my head clear

when that's the only thing i want to do?

spending my nights wondering 

if one thing will turn out the other way.

i pray in the early hours of the night

even though i don't believe at all,

this is what i've come down to.

i'm sorry for disappointing my younger self,

but if i could do it all over again

i would have to do the same things

there's no choice left for me.

no use

everything is too much,

i'm intimidated by it's size,

i want to shrink

and disappear.