I came home, dizzy, in pain, and intoxicated. I could see dancing white spots of lights when my room was veiled in pure darkness. And though I could safely maneuver my unstable self into the comforts of my comforter, sleep was the last thing I got.
So I tossed and turned, in an attempt for slumber, and in an attempt of freeing my mind from the dilemma that plagues it, almost every hour, whether in sleep or awake. It is unfair that I cannot free myself from myself.
You leave me feeling so restless. And all these chances I'm giving up, all for what? I find myself saying the same things, repeating myself over and over again, and for what?
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Today I ran until my head pounded due to the insufficiency of oxygen flowing to my brain. I ran until my legs felt like they were going to give way. I ran and watched as my knuckles on my clenched fist turned white.
At least I ran.
If that's the way you love,you've got to learn so much,
if that's the way you say goodbye.