Death #2Mature

Sometimes I wonder if I want to really give up at all. Do I really want to let go? I don't know, that's the problem. It's conflicting. But, you see, if a car was coming straight towards me, I'm not so sure I'd get out of the way. Things are getting difficult. I think too much. I wonder too much. I write too much. Why can't I do anything right?

I'm not sure I know what to say anymore.. Am I losing it again, for real this time?

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