It has become a gruelling chore to live life.
I find it so hard to embrace anything that you speak of.
Daily, it becomes more difficult to face my fears.
I protest to all the changes occuring in my mind.
I have made it this far, but how I'm not sure.
I know I can make it a little further.
So no one sees me in the corner covering up the mess I have made.
It seems so routine to feel how I feel,
No one goes to the lengths that I do, to ensure I am forever shadowed and left waiting.
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Some of the thoughts that run through my head; the one's I'm not ashamed to put down on paper.
So, this is me...well, a part of me.
- buh.ran.done©
- Ogden, UT, United States
- I'm just a regular guy, who had his problems. Taking care of them is the easy part...preparing for new ones is the challenge. I hit a rough patch a few years back and while you may choose to be offended by the things that I write, I don't apologize for documenting my feelings.
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