i continually ask myself why i want to get up everyday.
i know something bad is going to happen during the twenty-four hour relay race.
it’s the same old competition for the last word.
that one out of ten good person is what keeps my alarm on.
when a sporadic fight has enlightened your day you know you’re stuck in a let down cycle.
living the same day over again i feel trapped.
the certain people i can and can’t talk to because the past spoke to them.
the same old stereo types sticking out like sour thumbs.
i can’t even touch depression because of my never ending interest in this world.
my head keeps spinning ideas that gotta stop.
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