i feel as though i'm sitting on a swing.
repeatedly translating from high to low.
the exhilaration, joy, anticipation,
then the happiness.
followed by the fear, the hurt, the ...
sadness.
again and again and again.
finding myself, then realising i'm still lost.
thinking i've cleared by thoughts and decisions
then being bombarded by the vicious thought process.
and everything goes back to the start.
maybe being lost is good.
because the time to find myself gets extended,
then maybe i wont find the wrong me.
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