Thursday, October 17, 2013

Journal Post

Every day feels more and more difficult to get through.
The good parts are getting overshadowed by the bad; feelings, thoughts, emotions, events. Being swallowed alive.
So close to the tires of semi-trucks moving at high-speeds, every day...the dark nights, so close to their taillights and depth perception so obscure. They almost speak to use to be tested.
How much shaking has to happen, to get rid of this.

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