Then you think about the people around you.
How they look so much happier when you're not there.
But that's okay.
Because you don't need them.
You have the thoughts in your head.
The other you.
The you that's completely hidden inside, the you that's making sure you know she's there to always remind you, who you really are.
But all she's saying is the fears you're afraid of.
And you shall not believe her.
But her stories are just so believable.
You watch your friends walk down the street, laughing and leaning on each other. You watch them walk past you, without noticing you. Like you're a nobody.
But that's okay.
It will always be okay.
I'm okay.
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