a paragraph about the confusions of growing up...about the pain and misery...written from experience...when you don't know whats going to happen...nothing is for sure...written to a true friend in times of desparation.
If this is a battle with myself, then whose side am I on? I knew the enemies from my past, but now I'm not sure if I know the enemy at all. Should I know her? All the demons from my past return while I am weak. How will I know when this is all over? I just can't accept my weapons and return to my old habits. Do they work or are the useless? Why is it that I'm perfectly fine one minute, but the next I'm thinking suicide? I don't want to die, but I don't want to live either. I've known my self forever, but why do I have to start all over again now? It seems as if I've already lost something that has hardly begun.
well thats not EXACTLY what I said...but it sure as hell is close...gets the point accross.
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