piscespixies

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I feel... I feel like a vacant vessel dispersing into the polluted air. My hands don't intertwine right, clothes are either too loose or tight -- I can't stop this addiction on finding a glove that fits. There are shadows that mirror my silhouette beside him (can I ever be certain that they're mine?). I'm lost in the depths of my insecurities... I don't want to go into deep... Which is ironic.
My chest beats like a drum -- within each beat, I succumb into the sorrows, whatever they might be. The pain is expanding like a black balloon around prickly walls.