2005-09-24 @ 11:52 p.m. | -
I can't remember when I could look in the mirror without seeing something hideous creeping under my skin, flickering behind my eyes. I can't remember when the surface didn't shift and change. I can't remember being alive. There is something cold and dead separating me from everything. Every breath is torn through my funeral shroud.
I see a flat line stretching from here into infinity.
And I don't know if I'll ever be better.
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