I feel empty
My mind is as chaotic as the drawers in my closet
Filled to the brim by the necessities to live a thorough life
My body is on autopilot
But my mind stops at every miniscule detail
I notice everything
To watch the tiny ant crawl up the step
Only to realize there is another
To clean the window and stare at the reflection
The empty eyes
How is it possible to feel clean
When the world is so, so dirty
Can’t I make my body stop
Make my thoughts catch up
Let me breathe
I am empty inside
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Leia Kang
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