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my life

Posted to Action Poetry




at the moment is a a rubber-band being stretched...to the point that it will break, and no more. It's stationary hell, at the moment; however, my life is not "bad". The problem is that I have several million thoughts running through my mind and I can't keep up.

I sleep at 5am or 6am(I work nights) and wake up about 8-9 hours later and do the same again. stuck in a cycle that will eventually stop....this is too personal for a post, if you'd like to know what's up, I can send you an email.