Stuck in a desolate place; I can't find my footprints to guide me home.
Its cold here.
Drenched in the raw emotion spilling out of my eyes.
Finally letting myself feel.
Bittersweet release.
Torn in every direction by my heart's delicate seams.
Surrounded by people pushing pills in front of me.
They only want me to get better.
Does this mean I'm broken?
Crippled in the mind..
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