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My head consumes me for a moment I don't think that I am alright, for a moment I think of the dirt on the floor realising that maybe they are someone else's ashes. How rude of us to step on them how rude of me to believe that I am more superior simply because I am alive. I gather my thoughts. The dirt on the floor is not ashes. It is my dignity. ***** and broken into pieces. Insecure seeps in as I realize my dignity is no longer with me. I fall to the floor head in my hand and I welp, hoping for someone to find me someone to realise that I am not alright. But of course, no one does.
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Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
Hallucinations
My head consumes me for a moment I don't think that I am alright, for a moment I think of the dirt on the floor realising that maybe they are someone else's ashes. How rude of us to step on them how rude of me to believe that I am more superior simply because I am alive. I gather my thoughts. The dirt on the floor is not ashes. It is my dignity. ***** and broken into pieces. Insecure seeps in as I realize my dignity is no longer with me. I fall to the floor head in my hand and I welp, hoping for someone to find me someone to realise that I am not alright. But of course, no one does.
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Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
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