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  • Everything is going to be alright. Everything is going to be alright. Repeat it till it fucking breaks you how things that go wrong never go right again once you let go. Do you let go of them, or do they let go of you? Who drowns the other? Cause I feel drained and drenched in melancholy, I’ve galoped it into my lungs and I don’t know how deep in the ocean I am, how close to the bottom I am, if there is one, but I no longer see the surface or maybe I’m too disorientated to know if my gaze is falling in the right direction. Loneliness creeps up every second of the day and curls me up even if I stand up straight, but I feel my head fall down to my feet, slowly crumbling, it’s just another day, tackle it, face it, but I find myself striding to hide, sleeping to escape reality, doing everything and anything to simply not face the sorrow that haunts me, maybe, it too, will find a cold home in me, unworthy to stay, unworthy to be loved, and it’ll leave me alone and in peace. In vain, I lay my head, wipe away the burning gushes of misery down my face and escape, hoping one time, there will be no awakening, no struggle, no air to breathe.

    “ There are some people who always seem angry and continuously look for conflict. Walk away; the battle they are fighting isn’t with you, it is with themselves. ”

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    (Source: psych-facts, via gezel)

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