feeling unreal
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My life has always been a joke.
I don't really exist, am just a figment of my own imagination, I do not have any purpose in life. Since the beginning of these gruesome episodes I have withdrawn to the farthest part of my mind. When I take a glance at the person staring right back at me in the mirror, I see a complete stranger. Something is definitely wrong with me but I can't decode the encrypted messages my body is throwing at me. Never shared this bewildering thoughts to anyone and I would like to keep it that way to avoid rue, besides, having a different perspective of the world makes it harder. Sometimes I feel like I am floating on air in my own small bubble, I don't expect you to understand because I don't understand myself either. Being left with the never ending pain seeping through my veins together with the loneliness makes me numb of any emotion in general.
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