My brain is playing a game with me, and it's trying to tell me what I need, but my heart is too busy looking at what it wants to hear the muffled screams of my thoughts as they're gagged by my depression.
The kaleidoscope I see things through has been shattered, and I can still see a million of you.
I can't even focus on writing. It gets harder every day.
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