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It’s weird. It’s as if there’s a man standing behind me yelling so many questions and he’s in such distress, wondering what I’m doing. I don’t know how to answer him when I don’t even have the answers myself. He’s a small part of the heaviness that’s sat on my shoulders. I don’t know if the confused and questioning thoughts are part of the negative. I’m not sure who’s holding the positive but he’s a stranger and almost feels like a distant memory.
I kept looking at my hair in the mirror and became conflicted by what I was seeing and I couldn’t even see myself correctly. Was as if my head was removed and replaced by someone else. What a ghost. I’m not sure if another tattoo or piercing will fix it. Keep getting doodled on for momentary release from an unknown and uncomfortable feeling.
I have no idea what I’m doing and why I’m ignoring the man behind me. I wish I could turn and answer all his questions and pleading but I can’t even answer my own.
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