She doesn't sleep anymore. Or she sleeps too much. There's not really an in between, and she doesn't really eat anymore, either. There's no flavor in anything, anyways. And she kind of feels like a corpse repeating all the days she's lived before and nothing ever changes. She's still that empty kind of shell, an apparition made out of broken dreams and she's really not all that complex, just sad.
(m.b)
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I feel like I'm falling apart and I don't know why I'm crying
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A Penny for Your Thoughts ㅡ "Poetry"
PoesiaA collective assortment of poetry and short stories that have been haunting the corners of my mind for far too long. A messy fracture of letters and emotion. Alternatively, pieces of my brain, bits of my heart. © 2018 | JONGDAISIES | MORG [ Enter wi...