all of me is gone
my passions
my love for anything
i can't even stand a plate of food
yet
i devour words
the only thing i feast on
are the words i can't add together
the ideas i can't get together
i've lost myself
and to say i don't hate it
is true
it seems to me that no one notices
and i'm in my own bubble of darkness
trying to find an escape
- v.j.g
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eleutheromania
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