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Natasha
Copyright, Natasha
most of my time is spent of thinking of past memories, ones i'd rather forget. but can,t. They have a hold over me, like a deise that slowly breaks you down untill you loose the war and its ended.
It would be so much easier if i could take my life and end it all in an instant, but than i would have lost the battle.
So instead i'll march on, through the thick mud in my head, and stop looking to the past, and instead look to the future, yet i see nothing.
The noises around me drive me crazzy, i cant sleep and am very stressed. but i'll get over it, like i always do.
But do i?
It always comes back,
So i'll keep sailing the rough oceans of life, in my small boat, and wait for the one storm that shatters my boat into a thousand pieces, maby than i will find peace.