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I don't have the energy to write
My eyelids droop
Cheeks still stained with tears
Why haven't I conquered this
After all these years
I wish I could remember when
When I didn't sink this low
But though the price I pay
Is high
The psychosis still seems to grow
And instead of settling
Gently into my lovers arms
I cry and shout and burn with pain
For all I want is peace and acceptance
It is here at hand,
But at the last minute
I self-consicously turn away.

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And while I sat here moping I just horribly let my French partner down and she did all of a project (short project a skit that we had all but finished other than three lines in class, but still I feel horrible... er...