Am
sometimes the world is so much I don’t even know what to write about it.
but I still come one here
every so often to
tell the void about my paltry thoughts.
Almost just to get the illusion of talking to someone
because apparently
if I’m not talking to you it feels like it doesn’t count.
I have grown out of my last skin and I am desperately trying to fit into this one
but it is wrinkled
and Im still trying to iron it out without burning myself.
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