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this all started when things were so much worse

and my standards were so high that nothing ever worked

doing circles in the gym    holding my breath 

every sixty minutes felt like sixty deaths

and now every day is just part of the next

life played out in straight lines

instead of a million painful segments  

  its better i guess

i guess 

traded meaning for misery, dont i always forget

its not the one moment thats important

if i'm living the next 20 in regret..

 dropping the bullshit, and getting more specific 

i had this friend once,  he was helping me through

this

kept me thinking about God, and how sacrifice is worth

it

but the demon in my brain spun the story perfect

i was seeing answers in the flowers one for every

color...

or maybe that was the drugs,   i really can’t

remember...

 but i made that sacrifice 

and stood alone   

living in every single way thats wrong

and with winter coming 

and with the sun setting 

i'm so afraid of a happy ending ......

cause for me 

it's always so much worse in the beginning.