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Somewhere along the line I lost all motivation to try.

I only feel bad for myself and so I drag everyone down with me.

I can’t handle the weight of the day to day.

Then the nights get wild.

I can’t afford the minimum but I pay it anyways.

The nights get wild.

I can’t afford the cab but I take it anyways.

The days get dark.

I can’t even remember the last thing I remember.

I’m no stranger to sorrow, no guest to guilt.

I won’t feel better tomorrow.

Just a strange sense of complacency that drags me along anxiously,

far away from anywhere that I thought I would ever want to be.