future is bleak though these blinds.
convinced of a better day, a better standing, having a better say.
utterly contrived.
lips tremble as they move. words stutter, mistakes linger.
sooner or later it'll be better, I kid myself.
dreams or delusions?
Knows it's the latter but deluded that it's the former.
No use living in my head. Perhaps I should try another way instead.
Not like I'd dare to.
Swimming around. Lulling sounds.
drifting away and I'm
contented.
But this is not me.
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