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Wither
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Angsty Teen Years I watch myself dying,
Not the entire me
Just inside
I'm empty
And confused
And numb
There's so much pain built up
Hidden by a fake smile
On a fake face
No longer sure of who I am
I watch as I slowly wither away.
I've written similar pieces before... I think quietly going into the night, away from self, from sanity, is the cornerstone of any breakthrough into reality.