I don't feel like myself.
I feel as if my body is just a cover-up, a costume in which my true self hides.My appearance in my thoughts does not match my appearance in the mirror.
Inside my ribcage is wher emotions are locked away.
I struggle to find pieces of my real self under this facade.
I don't know who I am anymore, or I'm confused.
I can't figure out what's real and what's not.
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📑Stuff I create📑
RastgeleThis book holds the stuff I create. These things Vary from poems, drawings, short stories and much more.