It’s not great
I walk the streets, an uptight shell of the carefree wild child I used to be. I've some how lost myself in the shuffle to simply shut down completely. This disease grabs a hold of me inside to destroy a chance of the only thing I have ever wanted in this life. The pain that tears me from sleep is a constant reminder of how short life could ultimately be, it has confused my priorities and forced me to lead with feeling over reason. My body has fallen victim to its onset over and over again and is now a breathing time bomb. I wear love like a dress and beg for someone to return the favor. D is for desperate, desperate for attention, desperately awaiting salvation. Salvation from the solitude I've been keeping.
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