have proven to be nothing more than insignificant mishaps that brought me down another notch.
I lose my mind a little more each time I come to this place.
I hear twenty different stories at the same time. Laughing, giggling....I don't know how to separate them
so I try to focus on my own head but then I realize....that's where it's all coming from.
Most of the time i'm numb and completely out of focus with myself.
I see black while the rest of the world sees white. I need to get out from here.
Some people outline a colored picture by pressing the crayon down just a little harder.
I feel like I can compare myself to that work. The inside of me has to be a lot lighter.
But there is this thin line all around my body blocking any of that light from getting out.
So am I just an outline?
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