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I Emptied my wall the other night. My child couldn't believe the colors were gone, it frightened her.
Everyone who saw the wall were shocked and wondered if I was okay.
Truthfully.
It was time.
I got tired of looking at something that was no longer my own.
I need to fix it to my inner self and some mask I have planted upon my eyes.
They have me all backwards and it's not my fault that it's the only thing they can see or sense from me.
I can't see myself longer than a second before I crash and ignite into a dark pit of distinguished fire.
You don't know what it's like to awaken from what I feel. You may understand to an extent, but nothing more.
I can't sleep, so I become fidgety or worse, I can't breathe I get dizzy, I see things, my head breaks open, so much happens and I can't control it. I can't slow down and I can't find a relaxing regimen.
-S-i-g-h-
It's time I put up the real me.
The me that has arrived today.
2019-12-03 07:16:12
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