Every shred of anything you ever felt sparked any sort of anything inside that spot inside where you really live the place where you cannot even find sometimes gets burried underneath all the obligations and expectations and righteous things you know you should do but all these shoulds won't amount to one want and starts to eat at you at the numb part that never notices it until it's too late when it gets to the part that's full of nerves until a ton of bricks is laying on you and you realize just how gray and dead you shoulds are now you are trapped inside a box that you're not smart enough to see the door to the way out and you die the part where you really live dies because you went blind and could no longer see its doorwayBirth sign: Gemini
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