there's so many things I'd like to type on here.
they won't come out.
they're trapped inside my head.
caught behind my teeth.
they're so used to being closed up in there.
and each day.
I feel more lost.
more alone.
more.
hollow.
These feelings creep over me.
sneaking.
nagging.
consuming.
everythingthe time i enjoy the most
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