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Low

I feel low.

There’s nothing to do, there’s nowhere to go.

Things seem too far, too hard, too slow.

I’m craving the mountains, I’m craving the sea.

Want to be celebrated for being me.

Pressing the keys, hitting the buttons.

It all slowly churns into nothing.

The past is undone, the future too far.

Solace found only with my head towards the stars.

I feel low.

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