Category : Diary/Journal

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Warm water running through my fingers, in the midst of chaos and stress. Glancing up to see my reflection staring back. At first look, it's just another day, another time. I begin to unwillingly spiral into dissociation. Seeing beyond what I normally would. Is this the vessel I embody? How long will all this last? Countless scenarios with varying outcomes race across my mind. 
The water has turned cold.