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"In my hand I held both the joy of growing up and the agony of being alone"

I am nothing that I promised I would be

Waiting for a bright hole in uncertainty

Silently crying out

For no one to answer

Nocturnal Agony

The day only keep me up at night

Stitching together what I can

So I can slowly pass away in comfort

Wasting days

I never truly tried

I am under my own skin

I am my own impatience

Feigning competence

Growing away from the shell of what I once was

I could never understand

A clouded state of being

Mouring the life I'm still inhabiting