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7.3.11

ramble, in it's purest context.

gaaaah.
i need to get out of this funk. i'm slowly becoming tired of myself. i want to yell at myself, kick myself; get myself back on the line. why is it one area of your life sorts itself out as fifty others unravel. i'm just sick of the pressure, of being tired. i am struggling, drowning inside. i need to pull myself out. prove that i'm worthy, because right now, i feel the complete opposite.



please, let me not just hear the noise, but see the city lights. 

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