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For some reason unknown to my heart and mind I am depressed.

It feels as if I have butterflies but I also drip down in sadness.. Honestly I have no idea what to do anymore...
Its probably time I left the nest. To find my calling.

But I just wouldnt survive very long in the world.
I am built on a hope and pinned down by two lives.
I see many faces of myself staring out into the mist.
A calling to my pain. A thorn in my side.

A Matter of moments built on pain.
Calling me those things.
Killing me slowly on the inside.

Breaking down to a soft shell.
Dreams are nothing to me.
I have not a ambition but a hope.

Maybe its time to find my wings.
But Im stuck on the ground.
Mauling over the decisions of pain yet to come.

Rolling down my cheeks tears run hot and dry.
Im not sure if one heart can take so much break.

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Anyways Point being Im sad and have no ambition or hope to fix the sadness that over flows the glass.

Song belongs to me written just now.

I believe it might be called: Written Worries.

Perhaps. I have no idea. Now I must flee away to find a place to be at ease.