I feel outside everything. I talk to people, I watch them, and yet I am not present. My body is here but my soul is not.
I hear the music and it takes over my thoughts. It states the problem over and over again; "Unwanted, unloved. Unwanted, unloved."
The problem is me, is my mind. My mind that will not stop repeating the problem.
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