There are Days

There are days – when I don’t know – if I am doing anything – right. there are days when – whatever I touch – falls apart – crumbles in front of my eyes. there are days when I want so badly – to find someone to hold me – but that’s an issue – cause I’m either ridiculously picky or a whore – I’ve never been good with moderation. there are days when I want to curl up in a ball – and forgot about the world – that moves around me unaware. there are days when I win – and there are days when I don’t…

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