I thought things would get better as I got older. So much experience to make the journey easier. Then I realized, I should have changed my ways.
The world is a bully that torments me for decades. My experience doesn’t make up for my mental state that is withering away.
Familiarity is now in the distance. I don’t recognize this place. Anxiety occupies the space. There is no refuge for the one who is damaged, no rest for the one who is in despair.
I thought things would get better instead, I’m just getting older.
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