The Rabid and Insecure

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Sometimes…

Sometimes I feel like I’m not enough, like I’m not the one and only, like this sour fog in my head will never fade. Do they make medicine for this? Some type of remedy for my malady? I’m afraid not, for once rust begins, there is no reverting it.

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It’s crazy how two people so close can grow so far apart… When trying to hold onto what was, at what point do you realize that it will never be what it used to? How many times can you change before you realize that it’s too late to go back? You search for understanding, but are left with only emptiness. Dark, lonely, cold, silent, mad, infinite emptiness.

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I don’t want to turn the tv off because I’m afraid that if I do, I might actually fall asleep…