Crushed

by the weight of these persistent mixed episodes, or by the cycling, or both… With this shattered reflection distorting my view. Pretending I feel, faking I care, assuming I belong, concealing my death wish, silencing the voices in my head, hearing sounds that aren’t there, hiding my paranoia. One more day, one more piece will break under pressure. Cycle in, cycle out, repeat. Forever. And ever. Oh fuck.

 

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