All alone, the chaos is all that keeps me going. The cataclysmic overflow of my mind can be described only as simply that. My only answers are unreasonable and nonsensical; I feel completely forgotten.
Sick. Lost. Confused. Always confused.
My nights have overflown into my days, and the colors have begun to blend. But there's no answers in colors, only in grey. Holy monochrome.
The manic is gone and all that's left is--
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