losingyourself
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Had to close my room door because my thoughts were too loud, Or maybe …….because I’m too proud. Sometimes I refuse help from the ones I love the most sometimes I push close friends to the point where they aren’t so c l o s e.
High school days and high school plays
Are the same yes?
A mask is garnished and worn to a ten;
While underneath is you, entirely hidden.
I do not much care when you call me weird, my heart is just in another place i can't say that your heart should be there, but that is where mine lies, in the crevice of this world.
When I was a kid,
I never dreamed of falling.
I climbed everything on the playground,
Ran through every inch of sand laughing and playing,
And swung to the highest of heights
--All without a scratch on me.
A journey.
Long paths, twisting winding roads.
Mountains and valleys.
Scraped knees and weary bones.
I'm parched and lost.
