It feels like night when it's hardly daytime. Every second I feel myself stretching into a form of everything around me. You place labels on this & that while I laugh and smile like a Cheshire cat.

What effect were you really going for? Something to blame a place to put your toasted brain for a few days? Either way everything is what you see it as. Mindless visions and careless-mouthed-out-words you call intelligence. Reverse the mirror and make sure to take a good look- I think you left your tears in your mothers jewelry box. You can probably find them, telling tales of sugar sucked teenage days. Somewhere a long the line, you let your guard down. Pity you can't use it against someone else. Try gathering all your scars and memories, put them all in your throat mixed up like a blender and keep trying to keep it down until you vomit up all your LIFE. Now you know how it feels.

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