I feel myself slipping inside of it.
Deeper, darker.
Ever present.
My head spins constantly out of control now.
I'm told one thing.
Observe another.
I'm not stupid.
You can blame it on what you will. Truth doesn't lie.
My heart may break to the point of shattering.
But you'll be happy and you'll still deny it.
It is what it is and I'm exhausted.
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