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Where is her mind? The hope of these vaccuume sealed walls crumbling down to the floor was too much to bear. Her mind is still trapped in the space, the space which is void of all matter, too numb to know the difference between aany two extremes. She's stuck in the middle the poor girl, she's unknowlingly reaching out for a helpful hand, but alas there is no hand to break through those air tight walls. The walls that need to be destroyed most are a strong barrier she can only view emotion on the outisde. She wants - envy- slowly breaking through the wall, a feeling established within.
She's trying hard to read between the lines- trying to see what everyone except for her understands. To everyone who understands this she is cold and distant, she is awkward and alone. They do not sympathize because they have no idea what to sympathize with. Comforting words are spoken to each other so that they feel secure and have officially labelled the unexplained; it seems as though when everyone has a label their lives can go on because there is no longer a fear of the unknown.
She's lamenting over her lost life- feeling number two- the one she had before this emense amount of emptiness. She's lost, but never tobe found. Her mind is everyone's mind because no thought is original. What you don't understand is that this is everyone's insecurities piled into one. Her life is your faults because she is what you take out your insecurities on.
She's trying hard to read between the lines- trying to see what everyone except for her understands. To everyone who understands this she is cold and distant, she is awkward and alone. They do not sympathize because they have no idea what to sympathize with. Comforting words are spoken to each other so that they feel secure and have officially labelled the unexplained; it seems as though when everyone has a label their lives can go on because there is no longer a fear of the unknown.
She's lamenting over her lost life- feeling number two- the one she had before this emense amount of emptiness. She's lost, but never tobe found. Her mind is everyone's mind because no thought is original. What you don't understand is that this is everyone's insecurities piled into one. Her life is your faults because she is what you take out your insecurities on.