Untitled.

My mind is in A million tiny Pieces Of Broken Thoughts I can no longer Control.

No tears flow. I want to slap myself For my selfishness. But I can't. I want to hole up, Fall asleep, Never awaken again. That won't happen though. It can't happen. I just want to Make sense again. I want to be Naive. But right now

I questioned myself Today. I do that Daily it seems. There were no new Epiphanies Or revealances. Just painful memories And facing facts. It doesn't help. I want to promise you That I'm okay But I really, truely Can't. I want to cry

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