Sometimes in the morning I am petrified and can’t move
Awake but cannot open my eyes
And the weight is crashing down on my lungs I know I cant breathe
And hope someone will save me this time
But the lows are so extreme that the good seems fucking cheap
And it teases you for weeks in its absence
But youll fight and you’ll make it through
Youll fake it if you have to
And youll show up for work with a smile
You’ll be better
And you’ll be smarter
More grown up and a better daughter or son and a real good friend
You’ll be awake
You’ll be alert
You’ll be positive though it hurts
And you’ll laugh and embrace all your friends
You’ll be a real good listener
You’ll be honest you’ll be brave
You’ll be handsome and you’ll be beautiful
You’ll be happy
Shit may be comin in
You’re weak but not givin in
And you’ll fight it
You’ll go out fighting all of them
of course this is how peace corps feels like only every once and a while...not every day. ...
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wow...WOW...that rilo kiley song seriously like so many things are going through my head the fact that you quoted a song-the fact that it was rilo kiley-the fact that it seems as if it could be dead on how it really is(that is a scary part)....you are the best friend I have ever had in my entire life EASILY...
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