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I Feel...
I feel so many things lately, Im numb...
 I feel small, fragile, empty, pain, cold... mostly cold...
 I feel like I'm hovering over my own body, like watching a chicken run around with its head cut off, literally stumbling through a day, let alone life...
 I feel alone, even in a room full of people... like they don't exist... but they do, oh they do.
 I want to wish it all away, or just take ?the easy way out... but I can't even do that because I'm too scared.
 I wondered if I jumped off a bridge, would anyone care... but then I thought about how much traffic I would cause... 
 I wondered if I overdosed on pills would anyone care... but then I thought about when someone else would need them, they wouldn't be there... I wouldn't be there.
 That's what I really thought about...
 Why am I here??
 Seems only thing I've done so far is screw up...
 Is that what I'm here for?
 To screw things up...
 I don't want to screw up anymore.
 I want to do something when I get out there, out there bubble....
 But then I don't...
 For so many reasons...
 I'm lazy.
 I don't know what I'm doing, ever.
 I'm always confused about stuff that is supposed to matter.
 Im scared.
 I'm freaking scared.
 That seems to be my excuse for everything.
 But then I ask why?
 Why put myself, of sound, mind, and body, out there... without something to fight for...
 Someone to fight for...
 Someone to fight with...
 Someone.
 Anyone...
 That's all I ask for... not a million dollars, not new shoes, and not a freaking bunch of friends I won't ever talk to...
 Just somebody I can be proud to call mine.

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