The day that never went away.

Today was really long. It felt like it would never end. Sun never came and it never went down. All I could think about is the vast emptiness of my life. All the things I lost, and all the things I never gained. Where just simple thoughts in my mind to keep it alive. Is it a sad thing to only think that way, or is it just realism at its best. I walk around the house feeling my heart beat slower and slower. Waiting for it to stop. Its not a pain rather, on the border of itself. I’m just waiting for the day I die.

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