I'm a waste of space and air.
There are no shadows and I, am tired of the bright.
Every fault and fissure is illuminated and I feel over exposed.
Photographs with faded edges.
The tears try and come but I choke them down.
NO ONE WILL SEE ME CRY EVER AGAIN!!!!!!
I'm crawling into myself and not coming out.
Dark and twisty.
All tangles like dead branches in winter.
I am the thing that goes bump in the night.
I am the monster.
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