this desolate shadow stretches on forever....

[enid_]

every time i peer out from my tiny chamber bedroom, i see the grey skies and the crying children and it all makes me feel something.... i can't put my finger on it, but the introspection brings lots of realizations. i AM the grey skies. i AM the crying children. they are all in my heart and it becomes a part of me. it all begins to eat away at my

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wait....

[enid_]

i'm not psychotic..... nor morbidly depressed. i just like to dance.

turn out the lights and shake your hips.