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some days you wake up and you want to go back to sleep, because we all know sleep is the cousin of death. funny, after all this i'd figured i'd be ok but it's pushing down on me and i just want to run away, run away from school and work and bills and life. i want to go live in a house somewhere that's away from everyone and walk on the green grass with my barefeet, i want to smell fresh air wash all my problems away. i'm getting old and nothing is moving with me, just against me. i'm sick of all of this and i just want to disappear.