Blank spaces rush through my head, — An Inconvenient Attachment

Blank spaces rush through my head,
 empty feelings toward those I love dearly.
 Lost,
 torn, shaken up,
 I want myself back,
 back in my body.
 I’m still breathing, but breathing someone else’s soul,
 feeling like I’m living in a world that isn’t mine,
 walking down their path,
 dealing with their mistakes.
 I’m at a standstill in someone else’s body.

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