As reference to my previous posts, i guess i'm here even when i'm not ready after all.
but, i do miss home
but, i'm tired of standing alone
My feet, i can feel them wobbling, my shoulders, cracking under the weight of expectations. Foolish optimism & unrealistic hopefulness is all i have with me, and they are my pills that i swallow each night just so i can see the sun rise next day.
I can do it, i will survive. can i?
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