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I'm having that depressed feeling again. The one that started last week. The one that is making me anxious. It seems to come when he is out of my site. When i dont know what is going on. When i think about things and swing back and forth and just don't what to think, to trust, to believe. thinking that hanging up could have lead to hello could have lead to what ever. could have, would have. intentions. maybe. subconscious desires or flat out lies. I just don't know. Even my dreams are anxious. Please tell
me these feelings will pass, i'm not living in lies, my dreams will still come true, i'm not about to die, my life not about to end. Tell me and make it true. THE truth. Miss detective, finding lies. changes, changing. too much at once. i just want it to be like it was. and sometimes i feel sick with rage that it can't be. It seems that so many people believe thier own lies. and i am scared. what is your truth?
it's not just a word etched into my skin
I'm having that depressed feeling again. The one that started last week. The one that is making me anxious. It seems to come when he is out of my site. When i dont know what is going on. When i think about things and swing back and forth and just don't what to think, to trust, to believe. thinking that hanging up could have lead to hello could have lead to what ever. could have, would have. intentions. maybe. subconscious desires or flat out lies. I just don't know. Even my dreams are anxious. Please tell
me these feelings will pass, i'm not living in lies, my dreams will still come true, i'm not about to die, my life not about to end. Tell me and make it true. THE truth. Miss detective, finding lies. changes, changing. too much at once. i just want it to be like it was. and sometimes i feel sick with rage that it can't be. It seems that so many people believe thier own lies. and i am scared. what is your truth?
it's not just a word etched into my skin
you rock.