I don't know what I want
unsure of what I need
I feel close to no one
Nothing.
Music is now background noise
Static without healing properties
I don't care about anyone the way
I cared about you
it's dead now
There's no one there
Pointless from the inside out
weird round face
I don't have the key to come home to myself
And the windows are up too high to peek inside
I imagine everything dimly lit in there
And maybe the laughter is not at me
I stared at a picture of myself for hours trying to come to terms
Long way from home.
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