and i can't find the words for this one, i don't know why i feel the way i do, like no matter where i turn, where i try and run too, i'm stuck. completely surrounded by walls i have built myself, holes i have dug time after time, myself. getting my hands just as dirty as the day before. i'm a never ending cycle. a mess, if nothing else. things have got to change, and they've got to change now. i've got to get out. i've got to set myself free. got to find myself all over again, in every aspect and every way humanly possible.
this is so hard, and so easy at the same time. so contradicting. so confusing. i think i'll start tomorrow, "everyday is a new life."
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