Desolate. Disheartened. I wrap up myself with jazzy things but nothing is worth. Bitch-Red sadomasochistic shoes to high myself to your levels. I don’t draw the attention. You don’t cover me with any attention. In the vicious circle of yourself. I send messages into the void. They come back with no answer. Nor a slight sign of understanding. State of emotional dissociation. Emotional (anal) dissociation. I want you but you’re not there. I hide myself in the hollow. A dump or a nuthouse would be satisfying. I’d raise the standards, 5 Stars Model alike. Would I bring up again anything else? I watch myself, reflected mirror into nothing. I look for, but i can't find myself, like I’m playing hide and seek with this hairy burden I’m dragging along. I'm ball and chain of myself. Trapped, I scream asking for help. But no voice is coming out of my mouth, or you just don’t rise up the volume to listen to me.
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