who is really reading? are these words safe from disaster? & do these metaphors protect as if they were some sort of fallout shelter? am i worth saving or am i replaceable? i'm not worth as much without my original package. consider me damaged goods. time to go shopping. they can't save me. they probably think i'm crazy. painting this picture that is only visible inside my head. taking ideas & daydreams & building an even bigger building. hey, here is my new home. my sanity & shelter. it looks like the perfect house. i'll tell all of my friends, i'm so excited. but what if there's not enough room, what if i can't sleep at night & what if the floors creak & i'm still being haunted by ghosts? no one is gonna call & i still have my doubts. their words are slowly dripping & soaking into the floor. the truth or the true truth & not what i want the truth to be. i'm not even sure. i want to believe in everything, i want everything to be. real. twenty-two days, growing larger. one handful gripping tightly to the unknown. is it worth it to stay? i don't know. prove me wrong.
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