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by Jenna Balkin Jul 6, 2011 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The floor is hard, I'm sinking into it, sinking into it's depths, into it's texture, lapping up steel for emotion. Your words mean nothing, a blur of wilderness, and my words are not my own. They are an echo of empty thoughts that fill your mind. This is what I am.