Feels like floating in murky water in my skull. Nothing but empty, hollow whispers to abate the already emaciated corpse of my soul as its eyes stare into the void with no stars with a promise that they might be there tomorrow...
Feels like every step has myself sinking into the sands of the desert that is my parched self esteem where only the cries of a thousand shattered dreams rise above the deafening silence of thought.
May this land that is my mind be restored tomorrow. May my dreams wash away the traces of the panic attack as the pool fills once more in my skull.
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