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Internally, I can hear the screaming

As the idea of you…..(me)

Collapses under the weight of the Truth

All that I thought I was, is thrown out of the window

All sense of control and all that I have ever known

A broken bone or a knife to the neck

Would be easier to bare!

In comparison to this

The feeling of death

The death of the idea of you…(me)

The dissolution of identity.