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Sit Here
I sit here and stare at the blandness.
The blandness of the white walls,
The blandness of the white floor,
The blandness of the colors I’m supposed to see.
I sit here and feel everything.
I feel the blandness,
I feel the numbness,
I feel empty.
I sit here and think.
I think of what I could have done,
I think of all the things I did,
I think of all my mistakes.
I sit here and let myself be.
I let myself stay crumpled in a ball,
I let myself drift into the darkness,
I let myself think that I was the delusion.
Why?
I sit here.
I sit here.
I sit here.
Nothing…
I can’t see the blandness.
I can’t feel anything.
I can’t think.
I sit here.
I let myself sink,
I let myself suffocate,
I let myself slowly turn to nothing.
I sit here.
I was just a thing to you,
But to me,
You were everything.
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