Her story

i know how it feels when you actually can’t feel anything
nothing to look forward to, nothing to smile or cry about
fooling yourself that everything is just fine
but most of the time, your mind is drifting to another place
 
bound by the chains you created
you cannot seem to touch the light
looking into a faceless mirror
picturing yourself differently
 
a ghost of your illusion, haunting
pulling deeper, deeper, colder
can’t let this madness stop,
smiling back at the faceless mirror
 
the sound is deafening, broken into pieces
mine, all mine.
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