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My thoughts keep crowding my mind.
Wish I could hide, away.
I'm, running out of time.
Let's face it, I'm not fine…

Dear Diary, it's been awhile I see.
I finally realize, how many miles I've seeked. Weeks pass by, and bills keep piling higher and higher.
I try my absolute best to get my life back together again.
But this crazy stress, and this lazy head, keeps me stuck, in a mazey hedge.
The edge of that ledge looked amazing. Thought maybe I'd fly if I fell off.
Turns out I was wrong.
Guess being burdened with anxiety, and feeling way too shy to breathe, makes highs seem too high to reach.
Thought I was at the top, till I realized I more often than not, get too lost, in thought.
Then I start missing opportunities, and act like I forgot to jot the plot down.
I say I'm not down, even when I'm visibly brought down.
I tend to walk away from the flock, so I can replenish my drought fountain.
My thoughts keep pounding so loud, I can't hear the sound of silence.
I silently scream, even knowing nobody’ll notice.
I'm hopelessly, tryna rewind back to a time, where I could easily climb a mountain…

My thoughts keep crowding my mind.
Wish I could hide, away.
I'm, running out of time.
Let's face it, I'm not fine…