+ your eyes burn and you are so, so tired

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+ there is a frosted glass pane between you and everything else

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+ being a spectator to your own life

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+ everything looks the same

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+ staring at the ceiling as they sleep. you haven’t slept in days

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+ staring at the mirror as you try to feel anything about yourself

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+ staring at them as you try to remember what it’s like to feel

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+ staring at the page and the words don’t mean anything to you; you

  forgot how to read

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+ staring at the neverending cue in front of you and accepting it as

  your life, now

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+ this is your life now. this is what you have made

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+ still, you can’t get yourself to care