silence pierces your jumbled thoughts…the only strategy in keeping insanity at bay. darkness envelops an image…entrapping the reflections of who you are.you see the reflections as though they are the backside of a page…someone has already written on. you see the words bleeding through…though you can’t quite make out what they are saying.memories are steadfast…amidst your haunting grasp on reality.there is light in the confusion…but a constant battle on the barren venue you have chosen.color creeps in and you begin to lose sight…of what brought you to this madness.composing yourself, you push through what is expected…and become the reality of who you are.
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