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I'll write

I am stuffed beyond my capacity; with stifled, swallowed emotion. Frustrated as the feeling, and frustrated at the feeling. I can analyze and deduce certain things I see, for how I might have ended up here; For why I feel this way, and why I want to contain it. Does the 'why' have any significance though, in giving me a , 'how?'. How do I get through this? How do I change it, so that I don't continue to cause myself to get to this point. I might call it an extreme, to be; Even though this time, I have been able to approach this journal entry,(if nothing else), with some sense of rationality? Asking me, myself: Is this a facade? Yes. But maybe if I can act rational, I can be rational.-Even if it's only an act, for a moment. Now, Is this another corner to hide, and spin my wheels in, for another eternity?

I just feel so overwhelmed., I was screaming out, to myself- to God, "Alright, alright, alright, alright!". Maybe I was saying, "I'll write". Maybe God was telling me that? I hope, at any rate; I don't continue to feel trapped like this. This is what I pray. Dear God.

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wrecktangle
Jul. 29th, 2016 02:21 pm (UTC)
Prayed once, DENIED Twcice. Thrice. A lady? Not Luck be.

HAH! Stick you, wrap you, tuck you, strap you, stuck you, Trap you@ Faqyew2hayl


Edited at 2016-07-29 02:29 pm (UTC)
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