The feeling of failure drives the mind insane... Drilled into thoughts gathered is a use put into place... There is no deoending on an other for their actions one cannot control... As there's just no gauranteed to believe in building a every lasting home... When the heart has been let down by damn near everyone that's gave a memoir to life... Retracting is a better option so a sure thing is more than a hype... With a lacking of trust that someone can grasp how emotion is second nature to the survival mode... Relying on self is the bitter end of difficulty cutting the lace edges off of a lil thing called hope... In a solo act taking on a world filled with words that need to be hushed... There is no catering to anything other than staying course usable to feel any type of rush... For the only thing that resembles joy is succeeding with one step at a time... Doin it alone so things will for once evolve at some point somewhere in the middle of a forever grind... Living in moments that do not resemble others versiin of normal is the hardest part... Tbe sacrificestirs depths wanting to die when seeks never meant anyone any harm... As reality is an unreal mindset stuck in gear demanding a chance to somehow come back to around to smiling again... Bcuz behind closed doors there's a never ending eagerness to make it with only two hands... Keeping everyone at arms length due to self is afraid to lose another round... N tgat in it's own makes touch so foreign the skin clings to the breeze that rarely makes a sound... It's like finding self hypnotized by racing to the edge before it's all said n done... Attempting to manage a way joy hasn't a worry if ever things changed to allow a like to sink into luv... The struggle is merely the shield protecting all things along the way... Calming how petrified goin down claims pouring tears try desperately not to hate... One simply cannot afford to hit the bottom by an other's doin... So there is no significance in a familiar face wondering where self is goin... Chuckles rain on curiosities reaching for a piece to reason with a sigh... As self turns a check so lips do not meet staring into another set of lying eyes... Willing to do it without the comfort of passion just so everything stays intact... Watching days pass with an ache that could use a lil more than what's been known I the past...
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