March 13, 2025
Eating my emotions like a hungry swamp. I cannot escape it.
Insecurity. Hatred. Anxiety. Loneliness. Helplessness.
You only spare these on moon days. They whisper to me even as the midnight creeps by. They say they hate me. Say no one can like me, and I am a bother. They say I don't want to be you anymore. The silence is cold tonight.
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