I can see myself in the mirror. Is my skin really that rubbery? Are my bones even still there? I can feel them, but I also feel this weight that isn't really there
Or at least, that's what they tell me.
So I drag myself back to bed. Not thinking of responsibilities or fun. The weight is heavier as I enter my room and fall into my comfort.
Maybe it'll go away if I take just one more sleep.
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Little Infinities
Non-Fiction"No one told me, That love was something to be afraid of. Now look at me; Afraid to get my heart broken After one encounter With the angel-disguised sin. " c.w A collection of poems, dreams, thoughts and short stories.
