《My Life in Ruins ; Poetry》Dissociate

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My mind fractures as I stare at the chip in the paint. It's so comforting to forget. To stare until my eyes tear up from not blinking. To allow myself to numb out. To feel the shallow breaths echo in my chest. To go on autopilot. If I could, I would feel like this forever.

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