Standing, waiting, I find time drifting away. I’m not here to be silent but sometimes I have nothing to say.
Waking from dreams so real to a life that feels so fake. I find it hard to make it through the day. A feeling of anxiety and depression sweeping over me.
I slow my breath and rethink my day.
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