missed direction
it confuses me, one day I am the king of the world and the next the gutter bum no one want's to be around. I tell myself I won't talk to them anymore but in my mind I know I can't do that. they are a part of me, much as a arm connects to a body do they connect to my soul. never can I lose them yet I long to be away with every fiber of my being.and as I take my medication to relieve the pain they fade from sight one by one and the voices go away.missed direction
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