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Paul called me and told me he was worried about me.
He said I'm not acting like myself, and he asked if I needed to talk.
That makes me sad,
and it makes things worse.
I'm on the verge of something,
and I don't think I'm ever going to be the same again.
My friends are going to stop waiting for me to come back.
They'll get sick of hearing my silence and they'll leave me.
I don't know what to do.
Things can't go back to the way they were before,
but if they keep going the way they are now I'll never be happy.
I may have been let down by the people I love,
but I can never let down the people who love me.

..'..

I've been trying to write, but I always stop myself before I post.

Hopefully I'll do something good enough for myself soon.

But anything I do post isn't really writing.

They're just my thoughts in text.

Lastly, I think everyone

should listen

to some

Low.





Then everyone would be cool.