I feel numb. Numb is good though, right? It hides the pain we all feel when we are weak and is the mask we hide behind to rid ourselves of the desires we cannot have. Numbness is the glory we seek in refuge. It is the barrier between reality and delusion. The outlet of fantasy in which I'd rather be instead of enduring life. You only live life once, so should I really be hiding from the world? Hiding behind the mask of a coward?- feeling as if I'm small and can be burned at the stake of a magnifying glass by a twisted human being to watch me fall. I may not be powerful but I am who I am. Take it or leave it because my numbness is your doing.
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