Everyday I feel like I'm sinking.
Deeper and deeper into this hole.
I never quite know what I'm thinking,
I'm a human without a soul.
I love then I hate,
I don't know what I feel.
I breathe, I suffocate.
Is what I feel, actually real?
I'm a walking travesty.
I don't know what to expect.
My bodies fueled by anxiety.
I think I might be dead.
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