Strains of satisfaction ease in and out.
I lie here, confused,
As happiness and depression play catch with my heart.
I lie here, annoyed.
Who, how, and why the hell?
Where do I begin?
I lie here, regretful.
Chains of mistakes repeat.
What has been accepted?
Everything, and nothing.
Where am I going?
Both forward and back, it seems.
It's always something isn't it?
I lay here,
Thinking, dreaming,...
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