cheatED
April 2, 2010
My eyes became oceans yesterday, my thoughts a sunken ship. Full of skeletons, buried treasure, algae and coral and fish. Draining and spilling out like a basin, overfilled with emotion. I am not my own. I am empty.
People say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. In an attempt to stop appearing like I care, I’ve gouged them out. I am empty.
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