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"when i thought there was nothing else it all seemed to get a little more worse.
as if everything i ever dreamed of was flaunted right in front of my face.
how can you get everything and i am left with so little.
its hard to bare sometimes but somehow i get through.
its even harder to no be able to tell you because i know there is no way that you can fix this, not this time, not any time.
its my problem. to see. to break. to fix.
how did i get to this spot, i thought this is who you were not me.
i never thought in a million years, that this could be me.
until now.... becasue i can not escape it.
i know there is no way that you can fix this,
not this time, not any time.
its my problem. to see, to break, to fix."


just randomly opened notepad and wrote this.
how can you vent when your horrible at talking to people about things?
i guess this is one way.
i wish i was more poetic.
actually, i wish i was more of a lot of things.
ugh, things were good for a while.
i guess i should be happy for those moments.......right?