Blah
Sometimes when things are so messed up.
You wonder how you will you go on.
Change is an unending process that is always cycling around from day to day.
Sometimes you don't even want to wake up in the morning, and yet you can't get to sleep at
night.
Your mind is spinning like a Ferris wheel that goes around and around and finally
stops at the top, and you are waiting for it to start going again.
I myself wonder what tomorrow will bring, constant wondering what I should do,
am I going to fall on my face today?
the pain of everyday life can become too much.
At times it feels like you have no more air left to take another breath of life.
Although we keep going though day to day we keep going. Blah...
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