broken, lost, and confused.
i'm barely holding on and keeping it all together. (keeping what together exactly? there is barely anything in your fucked up little mind to keep together)
so very cold, literally and figuratively.
i belong in a padded room, or on strong medicine.
i'm becoming more and more paranoid each day, and drawing myself more into my shell; its a rather nice little shell.
i'm afraid of who i am, and what i will become.
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