round. stuck. circle. here. now.
my heart pulsates. my breath is fairly rapid. why is this so hard. this life? it's time like these, when stress seems so intense, that I can't seem to see the point of it all. Dark, cool streets. A crack in my glass window. Every little flaw, everywhere catches my dilated pupil. Why does everything seem so far off. Like I can't reach anything with my shaky fingers. I feel as if I constantly am running, in a violently rapid body of water. The water pushes against my shins, as I try to force my way through. I keep getting pulled back, not noticing, desperately swallowing air. when will I break through?
my heart pulsates. my breath is fairly rapid. why is this so hard. this life? it's time like these, when stress seems so intense, that I can't seem to see the point of it all. Dark, cool streets. A crack in my glass window. Every little flaw, everywhere catches my dilated pupil. Why does everything seem so far off. Like I can't reach anything with my shaky fingers. I feel as if I constantly am running, in a violently rapid body of water. The water pushes against my shins, as I try to force my way through. I keep getting pulled back, not noticing, desperately swallowing air. when will I break through?
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