In the midst of finding who I should be, I lost who I was. Who can I fall back on now?
I've never been so fake. I'm living in a shell. With no emotions. Just oxygen and time. I wake up to go to sleep. No plans. No worries. What's wrong with me?
I'm looking through the burned photographs and the pages of my journal to find a trace..of where he went..
... idk.
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