talking mirrors

talking mirrors

i hate that i'm back here. i hate that i've gone so far and yet the road led me back. i hate that i've gone to the edge and looked back and have begun to be satisfied only to find out that not far from the ege lies the same old road.

teach me to be free. teach me to escape. teach me to feel nothing.

my mind is in a daze yet again. i don't like this feeling. i don't want to feel things anymore. anymore.
just how do i get out? how do i not go back? how do i teach my feet to walk in another direction? questions, questions, questions.

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