No will for words.
No movement near.
I can't seem to stop these tears. The words are stuck together
as one.
I screem inside
but no one can hear.
only one knows how i feel.
i am so low
that old habits
are starting to appear.
i can't seem to go on.
i hang on every breath
and word.
maybe
my time has come.
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