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Breathing Slowly
Do you ever feel like you're just drowning in life. Like you have nothing to come up for air for. When everything you do seems to be wrong according to other people. You want what you want in life and other people should just get when your life is made up it's made up. I have made my chose I have thought about it and that's what I want so give up fighting with me about it and just be happy for me for once.
My dad wasn't around much of my life because he had a drug problem and other things. My mom still holds that against him. What she doesn't understand is he has changed he his a better man. I want to move In with him where I wont feel judged. Where I'm allowed to express myself. Be Myself. Listen to the music want. Dress the way I want. Hang what I want on my wall. God gave me air to breath. He put oxygen in my lungs. I'm my own person. With my own thoughts, feelings, and life. I know what I want. All I want is to have just a part of my old life back. Where I can hang what I want on my walls, and not go crazy out of my mind. I'm slowly losing myself bits and pieces of who I use to be. I was once something and now I'm afraid I wont always be that person. I try to keep it all in. I find it hard to trust people. I probably should tell someone what I keep inside. Some of my thoughts are to the fact that if someone heard I might be sent away.
I'm drowning here. Slowly. Breathing harshly. Coming up for air only every so often. I'm Just Done...

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