And suddenly I’m that shell of a person
With my soul sucked out of ears
All there’s left is a paper mache doll
Hollow
Confused
Floating around
One room to other
A blind walk on a memorized loop
I haven’t lost vision
But still I can’t see
Like there is a veil behind my own eyes
Eardrums are trampolines of voices
Words bouncing off
With dull knocks
And my own words
Are not making sense to me anymore
Suddenly my heart race like an alarm
At least I’m not dead
My existence has left this home
Now my shell is completing the sentence
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Agreed 🙂
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