right now like this,
I am only an outline with a heavy head. i don't comprehend my feelings i can't comprehend my feelings which one i am not sure. i only run my fingertips over my temples, the veins that protrude and remind me of pain. i am empty. i don't remember very much. the only sense of comfort comes in lying down and curling into myself, mingling with the covers and staring into space.
maybe this is the end. the end of this or the end of me. the end of this and the end of me. we will see. how long these vines have curled around me, how impossible the escape... we will see.
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