What a harrowing thought…

Did I die inside?

If you’ve had the same door open, you’ll know what it means, what that feeling is.

The dystopian indifference, empathy that was never there for you, grief.

You changed and there was no getting over it, not really.

You might wear a new mask, one with a smile, you may even try to be there for people, to help, save them from themselves and their, our shallow existence, yet you know it doesn’t matter because you died inside a long time ago.

Well, shit. I didn’t see that one coming.


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