My throat hurts so much, I cant even talk without wincing in pain.
The rash is back, My hands hurt and itch even typing is a pain.
All I can do is sit here and try to get better.
The clouds move in an oddly fashion along with the cars in some what of a straight line.
The cats meow scares me..
The sound of footsteps that aren't from anyone home terrifies me.
Everything seems so loud or too quiet.
Everything wobbles to and fro.
The walls hearts are beating in my ears the floors are to high the celling is to low.
Nothing fits. Nothing is heard. Nothing is home.
As I sit and watch from my window abyss , Life seems to roll on by, without me.
I'm fading away silently becoming the walls. What effort to hold on. Do I even exist?
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