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PulseYour heart beats an average of 100,800 pulses per day.This pertains to a twenty four hour basis.Pray tell, how many of your pulses extend to another heart?There is only one answer, no matter what you ponder or believe.All of them.
No one's a No oneNo one's a no one.Everyone is a someone.Takes one to know one.
Anxiety DisorderI feel worthless, useless.A pest, a weight, ruining everything.I feel broken, shattered, like glass.I have no hope, no light.Feeling like running away.From everything that curses me.I don't feel like living with this anymore.I feel like falling, endlessly, into the ocean.Under the waves, choking, drowning.Where I try to lift my hands up.My body is heavy, my mind is scrambled.I don't think normally anymore.The words don't have a proper sentence.I listen to their poison lies, over and over.I can't do much else, it's the only thing in my head.I've wished and worked hard.To no avail have my efforts been.So I suffer night after night.Day after day, time after time.I will continue to suffer, I fear, always.Forever. I don't think I'll ever get better.I feel like surrendering. I feel like choking.I don't feel like I'm alive anymore.I feel like I'm dead inside.The emotions I once had, that were strong.I still feel them, but this stress gets in the way.No matter what I
The OutcastHe stands aloneOver in the corner,Watching the othersAs they only ignore him.She stands aloneIn the girls stall,Tears in her eyes As she tries to calm down.They stand alone,Outside the crowd,Watching the worldGo by without them.
SmileYou seem to have lost your smile.Here. I'll let you have mine.