Winter is Coming

I can’t see. I can cry. I’m tired of all the lies. I want to come clean and tell everyone about the things in my head. It’s at night and I say I’m fine but tears still roll down my eyes. No one needs to know about my struggles and pain. I dream about being on plane and getting away. I’m not alone in my feelings but no one seems to cry as much as I. Let me cry and watch me come back alive into someone who has never been scared of life. I may quit a bunch of times but giving up is never in my sight. They do make music and I can’t stop hearing the blues. Where are we going? I still have no clue. All of this is happening when the sky is blue. I fucking hate sunny days.

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