It's strange
this feeling
so uneasy
throat choking
stomach kinked
thoughts ransacked- the scene of a robbery gone wrong.
I can't seem to control the content,
nor do I have the discipline to find the off switch.
I've got all this time that I could be doing something constructive
but all I seem to be doing is self destructing.
Why should I feel this way?
When I feel like I've finally found all that I was looking for my whole life,
why do I feel so scared?
Why do I feel like I will wake up one day
and find that she is gone?
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