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Time away, with you.

I need to get out of here, before I go crazy. I feel like my feet are cemented to the ground. Everything is moving around me at light speed, I don't have enough time for all the people I care about. I feel like I am far away from you. There's this heaviness inside me, and I can't seem to shake it. I can't get enough sleep, and I have had enough of lot's of people. I don't feel motivated. Weary weary oh so weary. Will you take me away with you? I have missed you, I know it's because of me, I seem to forget about you, and how much you love me, somehow, I always think there is something, or someone better, but there's not. Sometimes I don't even realize that I have walked away from you, mostly it's after I've gone some distance away before I notice there is something wrong, and that I'm missing something. You keep whispering to me, and things and life are so frecking loud around me that I can't even hear you, in fact, I am pretty sure I heard you the other day, but I chose to just ignore you with my radio. Things got worse after that. That's enough. Take me away please? I need time away with you. Lord?

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