i'm sick to death of uncertainty. it's tearing at my skin and making me feel too big for this place. to big for the air i'm breathing, like it will run out at any second. it's making me itch to run away, fly away, or just scratch it til i bleed. i've forgotten happiness, today. i don't remember the old friend who made the worst things seem okay. because right now, nothing is okay. nothing is right, nothing is left, and looking both ways is only making me dizzier...
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