I wonder whether people can tell just by looking at me that I have mental health issues. Whether they can see into my swollen eyes or my flesh that maggots adore.
If they can tell that I'm tired of civilization or that all I think about is killing people. If they know that every night I cry for living people, I grieve for those who are still with us.
silkgirl
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