From the inside the outside seems hollow, a shadow of life, a delusionary popsicle stick melting even as I watch. The torment follows me. I can see them change into animals at my feet, snarling for my seasonal favor, screaming to me that they are worth the fine things they never earned. Frustrations raised by rabid tides and in my ears I hear the shrieks they repeated. I am simple and I am not needed.Birth sign: Not entered
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