Ponderings

by beauty from ashes   May 24, 2014


Sometimes life just gets to be too much-
Overwhelmed, out of control, unbearably afraid Stressed beyond belief.
Days are boring.
Months are uncertain.
Years are scary.
The future is impossible.
Raw hate, stop existing.
What if?
Which is worse?
When will it get better?
When will I feel normal?

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