Its a strange feeling to wake up and look in the mirror,
To see something that has been present for the past 50 years missing, yet feel completely normal.
Life leading up to this point has been greatly appreciated, however;
You want to feel sick,
You want to believe you're unwell,
But nothing has changed.
We fear ourselves.
When we are most pure,
When we are the weakest,
When we are human.
Erratic Behaviour
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