troubled
tsk. its always like that. Feel troubled about something. Try not to think so much. Yet somehow, without trying, everything seems to confirm your worries. Or if it doesn't, you unavoidably think about it.
Running around and around in circles, just desperately running, hoping to reach the finish line, but there is NO finish line because it is, after all, a circle, with no beginning or an end.
Run...and run.
Try and get past it. Try your very best to ignore it. Make a resolution. Feel better. Then it all crashes down on you again.
I hate this feeling, I hate it beyond anything I have ever hated in my life.
And I just keep running, stumbling around in the dark, not even bothering to feel ahead in teh darkness since I can't see. And each stumble adds a desperation, a heart-wrenching fear inside, and panic consumes from within, and you stumble more and MORE.
And before you know it, you feel yourself falling for teh first time.
If you're lucky, its just a small dent in teh road, you can get back up easily.
But sooner or later, there's gonna come a hole 7 foot deep.
And if you survive the fall, you're gonna have to find some way to get back up with broken limbs and whatever.
And tehn you can't run anymore, you can only drag your feet.
And the darkness keeps expanding. Getting bigger and bigger. Left deeper and deeper.
All at once, teh darkness disappears. But does it really?
Or is it still there, deep inside?
Its time. I made up my mind on teh bus just now.
But still. I don't like this feeling.
This sucks. :(
Fly forth, guided by your heart ;
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