Breaking again. This time in the unsilence of my technologically charged hole. I'm sitting here waiting for something that is actually nothing. I'm nervous, overaware of my surroundings. Somehow I feel like someone gave me a jolt of caffeine even though I haven't had any coffee today. I want to run away. I want to run straight in there and bury my head in those arms and never ever leave. Instead, I'll bury my head in my hands, try not to cry. Cry for the loss of something I never had, something I wouldn't be able to handle if I had it.
I have a need to get over it. A need to find my way out of a prison I built with the keys in my hand. Still, my feet won't move to the door, my hands won't find the keys. I'm just trapped, freely in a place I understand but can't escape.
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