i become like a sponge -
always absorbing, afterwards hurting and further hoarding all the behaviours i've stolen, perhaps borrowed?
it soaks me 'till i feel as heavy, as my strength cannot carry. feels like i'm drowning, about to fall beneath the surface of deep waters.
then, i would reach for a helping hand to save ME. another version of the actual me perhaps. how could i know?
i don't know. not myself, not this crafted cluster of other people's feelings and habits placed onto my face, not this reflection that technically mine, which doesn't feel like me at all...
YOU ARE READING
just my thoughts
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