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Have you ever,
sat and looked up at you ceiling wishing you weren't so alone.
wish somewhere some how someone could save you from the depths of your mind.
This is not where I choose to be. But I cannot fight it. Its consuming.
It seems impossible to relate to anything nowadays.
Its almost as if I am at a loss of words.
Yet my body language is screaming otherwise.
Its saying pull me out of this.
rip out of this undesirable place.
Take me back to when I felt secure.
My body wishes on every star.
don't let this be the death of me.
I am aching from ambition.
and no way to use it.
I am wasting knowledge and days. contemplating everything.
questioning anything. Is there anyone out there?
In this isolated wasteland.
I am stripped down to just my thoughts.
Take it or leave it.
I am lost in my decisions,
make them for me.