An Outlet in Skirting the Edge of Sanity
- June 22, 2018, 7:24 a.m.
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Crumbling infrastructure, missing beams, shaking foundations, sinkholes, and earthquakes carving up the tissue inside my skull. It takes skill to make a trek into this mind of mine. There are oubliettes most will get lost in. So I hide.
Who would ever think of me when they can think of others with so much more to offer?
Even I want to escape myself, right now.
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Deleted user ⋅ June 22, 2018
That last line <3
returnhome Deleted user ⋅ June 22, 2018
Sometimes it is all I feel. Other times, I don't feel that way at all. It's just really strong today.