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Dear Jon,
Here I am stowing my feelings away on digital paper,
So unsure,
I don’t want to move, I don’t want to think,
Just run fast, run far away, until another sort of pain overwhelms me.
If I can’t think, I can’t hurt.
If I can’t hurt, I can’t feel.
If I can’t feel the pain, maybe then I have a chance at smiling.
Where did I go?
I lost myself between Wednesday and Thursday,
Between June and July,
The waters have risen as time has passed by.
Diving into the depths that lie beneath is a calculated risk that could lead to a breakdown.
Emotionless, yet so full of feeling,
I’ve hit a fork in the road, but both paths are blocked.
Maybe I’m only destined to raise myself up or become knocked down.
Lingering on the middle ground for a little too long,