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This loneliness must have a cure. It has to. 


At this point I’m not entirely sure what the issue is. 
At this point I’m just exploiting my diary entries. 
At this point I’m driving full speed towards a concrete wall.
Do with that what you will.


Ahhh, it does feels helpless sometimes. 
So desperate to have someone ask me.
Too desperate not to answer them. 
Why don’t people notice? Why won’t they worry?
Why can they tell? Why are their words lined with concern?


Can everyone just leave me alone?
But love me still.
There’s no way those two can’t coexist right?


Maybe I’m short circuiting. 
The front of my head feels so fuzzy.
The back of it can’t see.
My left leg wouldn’t stop shaking while I waited at the crosswalk. 


Maybe this is my second coming.
So desperate to have my own righteousness and wickedness separated.
To be split into two.


Who knows.