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Sitting in a dark room, illuminated by the ghostly screen. Sitting in a light room, thinking how to describe me. Sitting in a blank room. knowing I want to please. Sitting in a full room, trying not to scream. Sitting in a dark room: I can't help but think, that no one cares, even though I know it's not true. Sitting in a light room: Knowing people care, but still hearing insults, hatred, unease. Sitting in a blank room: I can't ever be good enough, smart enough, "nice" enough. Sitting a full room: Suffocated by the wants and needs and duties I have been forced to fill. Dark, Light, Blank, Full: I care, and I'm still trying.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
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Sitting in a dark room, illuminated by the ghostly screen. Sitting in a light room, thinking how to describe me. Sitting in a blank room. knowing I want to please. Sitting in a full room, trying not to scream. Sitting in a dark room: I can't help but think, that no one cares, even though I know it's not true. Sitting in a light room: Knowing people care, but still hearing insults, hatred, unease. Sitting in a blank room: I can't ever be good enough, smart enough, "nice" enough. Sitting a full room: Suffocated by the wants and needs and duties I have been forced to fill. Dark, Light, Blank, Full: I care, and I'm still trying.
Lionhearted
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
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