Sheepish mannerisms. What made me so afraid today? I saw a glimpse of what I am and what I will be and I held fast to old thoughts and life views. I wasn't myself I guess...I looked in the mirror and saw yet another person. It changes everyday. This one had black eyes and pale skin. Like he had no soul. Like who he was was lost in translation. Maybe I suffer from schizophrenia. Maybe there's numerous versions of myself floating around inside my head and each get their chance in the limelight. Maybe I need help, maybe I need space, maybe I need to be alone by the sea to gather my thoughts.
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That's a reoccurring theme it seems. The "sea". Maybe that's the answer to my every problem. I just need sea salt.
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