With all happening at once confusion seems closest. My vision of color is grayed and the feelings that should are rebelliously pushed in a direction that gives me no admission. Sitting, watching, realizing ageing and not motivated to move with time my mind dies slowly but fast enough to see. Being is no longer IT.....just a burden I live with.......
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