Realisations
Days flow into daze
Clinging to routine as the only semblance of sanity
Like fingernails gripping the edge of a cliff face while the rest dangles in nothingness
Time washes over me over and over and over again
But confound it...I still manage to feel unclean
It hurts to keep quiet but shouting has never been my forte
Learning how to live an adult life....it is monotonous and new at once
But the dazed days are still the same
And I am getting used to the fact that they might always be this way
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