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Help me to understand why life is so rough.
When no ones around you feel the ground cave in beneath your feet.
But when everyones around you feel their words suffocating your mind.
People pull you in directions of every which way,
leaving you just enough space to breath once a day.
The pressure is overbearing like bricks stacked on your chest.
Surroundings become still, the wind comes to a sudden pause.
You re-collect all that's happened and ponder what's at a possible loss.
People tell you you're living a fairy tale and nothing you have is real.
With built up animosity you think "Fairy tale or not, it's mine... Fuck how anyone else feels.
A selfish act so one says to dream only of myself.
To pursuit what i want in my own heart, not someone elses hell.
Realizing that yes it might hurt, yes to someone else it might not seem right.
I'm not slow by any means, this is not a shaddow of my imagination.
People ask if this is what i've wanted then why all this time has it been procrastination?

to be continued...