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Behind closed doors I sleep. Surely but not soundly, Am I running from past regrets? Or am I just withering and falling away from myself? Transcending into deep thought. Recklessness is all too consuming. I've been consumed with consuming. Frequent thoughts of flying to over powering nightmares of falling. What is the true meaning of breathing. To take a breath? Or to swallow your pity and detach yourself from pride? Everything seems to be so meaningless. But, together it all has a bitter meaning. Enlightened with true questions. Is it time for some true changes to occur?