happy golden days

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But did you know?
I hold my breath through every tunnel,
and wish I could get over this feeling of slipping under.
But I never get that far.

Everything’s so uncertain.
Can’t find the right direction.
You look in the mirror and tell me you see clear.
I lie, say I can see me, but I can’t get past this feeling.
I’d talk, but no one listens.
Can’t make my own decisions.

(Source: seethroughperson, via nicolebusch)