the sound of an old guitar
is saving you from sinking
its a long way down
i'm trying to come to terms with what has happened and what is happening. i don't know how i am going to get through any of this.
sometimes i can't breathe.
i don't know how to feel about the things i've done.
sometimes i want to stay,
and other times...
i just want to turn around and run as fast as physically possible.
i want to run significantly more than i want to stay.
but then certain things happen,
small things.
and i realize that...
i can't leave just yet.
its not over.
none of it is over.
those little things are keeping me alive.
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