Days have passed and my hours revolved around tragic memories and saddened thoughts of the past that still hold me down like an anchor to the sea.
Staring at blank space looking like a mad man sitting at a corner of a dimmed room and forever asking where it went wrong.
It's tiring, really.
I've experienced worse nights than this and uglier battles with myself but sometimes it's the consistency of it all that's slowly drowning me.
Well, what can I say. That's me.
I'm weak when I'm brave, I'm scared when I'm happy, I'm unsure of almost everything around me, but mostly - I'm in need of you.
If it isn't too much to ask, of course.
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