breaking
I repeat the same thing over and over . But it seams to be getting harder ? Everyday my feet drag just a bit more . And my thoughts are a little more scattered .
Everyday I wake up and get dressed into clothes that I hate
I go to a place that I don't want to be
I talk to people who wouldn't care if I disapeered
Then I go back to the place I started just so I can break apart in fictional peace .
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