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Who I'll be

I lay in bed Unknown, unsure Of what I'll be like In the future. I walk in heavy fog Half blind, half dead. The fact that I'm extremely calm Makes me worry, makes me dread. Waking up, deep at night, Sweating, turning round and round I can't picture a future, no matter how hard I tried: You were with someone else, safe and sound. The roads are paved, the street lights shine Stretching my hands in front of me- Like what they do in anime, blocking the moon, But all I see was me drowning in sea. Helpless, breathless, I grab a pillow close. The pillow has my warmth, But why do I feel so cold? I lay in bed Unknown, unsure Of who I'll be In the future.

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Date: 8/28/2019 9:51:00 PM
I relate man. Lying in bed tormented only by your thoughts. Feeling overwhelming dread for your own future. Things do get better though. They always do.
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