Now imagine this.
It's frigid. It's an uncomfortable numbness of the limbs caused by a mindless self indulgence of confusion and disappointment. There is a feeling of this. That there IS nothing else. At least so it is being thought.
Time is being spent away in the corner behind a porcelain tub surrounded by thoughts of catastrophic reveries. And then it is time to be aware of something - that things could always be worse.
But can it?
And then there is a realization that although love is being filtered throughout the veins, the tears that cause the eyes to swell -- that splash -- crash faster than a new found admiration.That can be okay...
For some people.
It hurts, doesn't it? To know that after everything... the hard work, the passion, the intensity... the drive... can so easily disappear when one little thing goes wrong. One turn is being made in the wrong direction and you're lost. When one thing makes you realize that you're doing something that you probably shouldn't be doing because it's not making you as happy as you'd think you'd be. Unfortunate.
Keep your eyes closed. You feel that? It's gloom. Doom? That's a little too dark for me.
Now open your eyes. You see that?
There's a girl who wishes to be free. There's a girl who looks just like me.
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