sanctus.

Ever had a few verses of a song punch you in the face?

Not this whole song at all, but the following:

“If weakness is a wound

That no one wants to speak of…

I am not immune

I only want to be loved

But I feel safe behind the firewall

Can I lose my need to impress?

If you want the truth, I need to confess

I’m not alright

I’m broken inside, broken inside…

Cause honestly, I’m not that strong

I’m not alright

I’m broken inside, broken inside…

I’m not alright

I’m broken inside, broken inside

broken inside, broken inside…

I’m not alright, I’m not alright, I’m not alright…”

 

I’m not alright.  Fuck that.  Fuck this.  I don’t want to share anymore.  I don’t want to talk about it.  I don’t want to talk.

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