Darkness

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My Own Issues

I’m slipping, tripping, reversing from the here and now

The struggle to stay a surface is more desperate each day

My grip’s becoming tighter which is just pushing me farther

There is no truth to my reasons, no reasons for my truth

Afraid of what’s ahead as I fall behind

Lost in myself with every thought growing darker

Longing for the peace to stay with me as I’m getting thrown towards the edge

Seeking an answer for how to remain the same

My past is sneaking up, haunting the magnificence of now

Where do I turn when everything is jaded with darkness?

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