there is a sadness
\nin me
\nthat I find
\nimpossible to define<\/p>\n
it’s as if
\neverything I have done
\nall my life<\/p>\n
all my experiences
\ngood
\nand
\nbad<\/p>\n
have led me
\nto this point<\/p>\n
I find myself
\ngravitating
\nto fluff
\nin an effort
\nto not think<\/p>\n
I’m reading garbage
\nI’m watching garbage<\/p>\n
I am afraid.<\/p>\n
it’s building
\nit’s getting bigger
\nlarger each day<\/p>\n
it make me feel
\nas if
\nit’s leading
\nto the end
\nto breaking
\nto snapping<\/p>\n
I know that won’t happen
\nI won’t let it
\nbut sometimes
\none does wonder…<\/p>\n
what is beyond?
\nthe hurt
\nthe anger
\nthe bitterness
\nthe sadness<\/p>\n
in a perfect world
\nthere’d be a quick fix
\nin my world
\nthere is a fix
\nbut it won’t be quick
\nhours
\nand
\nweeks
\nand
\ndays
\nand
\nmonths
\nof
\ntherapy<\/p>\n
but I’ll get through this too
\nbecause I will survive<\/p>\n
failure is not an option
\nfailure is a bruise
\nnot a tattoo<\/p>\n
so I will work
\ntowards the fix
\nand to do so
\nI must go to the root
\nthe root of the matter
\nbut….I am afraid.<\/p>\n
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