Tears burn down my cheeks as I smear them with the palm of my hand
Thoughts shoot around my cerebellum like a gun ricocheting off a steel room.
Who am I? What am I worth? Who would want me? Can I be loved?
Pain grabs a hold of my throat and holds on for dear life.
Is there no end to the feeling of my heart being ripped out?
As I close my eyes, a video of the good and bad projects behind my eyelids.
Then suddenly sleep takes hold. It takes all the pain and tears
and fades it all away. To a distant land. A new face. It will be better once again
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