Joana. Reluctant, I crawl under these ceilings again
Creating dreams where they ceased to exist
The self that lies in emptiness

They look like you now
And you hate the feeling
They think like you did
And the feeling is detached

Like in some faulty synapse
Where everything is a blank
I force the neurons into imagination
As it screams suffered out of thought

So I don't want to write
I don't feel the need
Don't feel the call
To make something more out of myself.
girl_jane I'm so numb. Perhaps I should go to Call_park. 020526
girl_jane Call_park is my refuge for thought. 020526
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