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when the tear stains have dryed no one is there to look at

mangled reflection

my pain is like a rough hand choking me slowly suffacating my soul.

breating isnt easy when you forget.

im drowing in in sea of emptyness.

i grab the bottle and stagger down the hallway tying to regain control

,but it's not working .

is it real or fake? i wonder  while tyring to gather my thoughts.

the numbness is a feeling i cannot shake.

i try to  look inside myself  for happiness or any other emotion but all i see is  static.

i strive for  feeling but i haven't succeeded.

what is this sicking creature i have became .

i cant even remeber how to smile.

im way beoynd help .

but yet i still scream for it.