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What is an escape for you when sleep doesn't do it's job no more or when imagining or drifting like how a driftwood would, doesn't do wonders as it used to anymore? When vulnerability clings on to you like it's the skin of your own..... How very repulsive it is for you when all you are capable of is swallowing hard enough to disguise such twin of yours. Vulnerability, the 2nd thing closest to you, knee deep and disgustingly, you close your eyes, watching it pass over you like a film and hoping it'd wash you over. You know clearly such pretense is of self-destructiveness but you go on and on like an abandoned merry-go-round. Where once you bridge such differences, now you don't even know how seperating goes about.

Make a divide, learn to make one, climb back up cause I know I am nothing short of impossible.