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Anarchy.
A stew of strong feelings, all bursting with a need to be felt.
A whirlwind of occupying thoughts, preventing the procession of any.
Pushing me to claim another past time, occupying my brain.
Compliments don't exist in my life.
Good things happen to good people, or so the logic of life would state.
I must be a terrible person.
I don't even know what makes me want to cry.
Not having anyone, having someone but not being had.
Being loved by loved ones in the completely wrong manner.
Hopes upon hopes in the future, all clouded.
But some people have it worse, or so I'm told.
Did I mention the insecurities?
Oh yes, can't forget self loathing.
Will I? Can I? Am I? Why would she?
Loving love, but in all the wrong ways.
Doesn't seem to be clearing up,
Just getting worse.
Pushing the edge closer.
Seeing a blade in a flash of possibilities.
So much riding on something with so little prospects,
And my life will pay the price.
Hope should be enough.
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