Every second growing longer and longer, my mind drifting away into reckless thoughts, dull thoughts. Thoughts so dull and boring that it becomes bright and fun. My brain used to feel fuzzy, my eyes burning with red hot hate.
Nowadays, I don't hideaway. I don't put on a facade to look cool instead, I can be me. I can finally see the colourful world around me from the simple flowers, dancing with the wind to the smell of fresh food that my stomach begs for, the site of waves raging with the strength of a lion. Nowadays, I'm doing fine. I can finally say, I'm free to be me.
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