Stop sign.

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I don't know who I am right now.
It seems like I have lost myself, somewhere between where I was and I where I want to be, I can't go back and I can't go further.
There is something eerie about this place and it's incredibly hard to overcome, this steep road is the hardest to cross. Maybe getting up and dusting myself off and pushing myself to go ahead is hard, but hitting that thick invisible wall where suddenly nothing makes sense is deflating, I am not sure about anything any more and it is unimaginably harder.
The worst part of it is that I don't know how long will it last, I call it a day and I think it's temporary, maybe it will last for a week or so but then a month passes by and things haven't changed or got a bit better.
I am crippled and I don't know what to do.
I hate how helpless I am.
how vulnerable I feel,
I am swimming against raging tides of fear.
what if the better is not coming?
The question resonates in my head, shackles my heart, runs through me every now and then.
This box I am in right now makes me question everything I am feeling, is it real? or it's the only thing I know.
I am playing pun the tail my eyes are blindfolded
my eyes are blindfolded
my heart is blind.
I don't understand where all these feelings are coming from,
I am deluged with hurt, flooded with bursts of painful emptiness, that kind that swallows you no matter how hard you try to feed it.
The thing is, I have no one to blame but myself,
and I have no one to rely on but myself,

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