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These are my thoughts
Or lack thereof. The aching empty of my head is almost too much too take. You might get windburn should you step inside to see what makes me tick like a broken clock; out of sync and out of time. What's left inside me rattles around my skull like rocks thrown into a dryer by a child who just wants to make some noise. My head feels noisy but my mouth remains silent. I do my speaking through my fingertips where no one knows just who I am and no one cares to find out. Which is just as well because I can't find out. I hide from myself. Hide and seek like life's a game for everyone to lose. I ask myself if all I've done was worth the cost and sacrifice of self to stand before My Lady Theatre and offer what little of myself I possessed, while others spat upon the sacred ground. For them, it was to push themselves upon everyone and pry praise from the public's mocking lips, not realizing that no one else really cared. I gave up my self to find that no one cared.
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