Mold growing on my battered feelings.
White, green and fuzzy.
Blanketing my every thought.
Eating, feeding on my every emotion.
Paralyzed I exist.
Awake but living life in a coma.
No pain.
Numb.
Deep thoughts of nothing.
Staring blankly into space.
No feeling.
Meaningless, useless…
Slowly being eaten alive from Inside out.
Not much left now.
But I exist
And I continue to continue.
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