Wanting to run but I don’t know what from. Nothing matters. Everything matters.
I want to live. I want to die. I don’t know what to do. I’m trapped inside.
A vexing dissonance, and yet perhaps
I did this.
This: a subconscious sabotage, to not exist whilst I exist.
Projecting, assuming. Irrational. When reason seems no longer reasonable. I did this.
I’m blameless yet I am to blame. It just is. I did this.
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