With a gazillion opinions trying to rip me apart, deep melancholy, and a heavy heart, I lie on my bed hiding my face in a pillow. I absentmindedly stroke my hair as if to pull me out of despair. I smell of stagnation, remorse, shame, and much more but tears won't grace my kohl-rimmed eyes anymore. I preach of self-love to all but my mind hasn't been in good shape since when I can't recall. Its been raining outside for a while now. From my window, everything looks so green. Clean and pure. I've been googling different shades of green; light sea green is now my favorite. It blows my mind how these green leaves so elegantly mask the brown that holds them together. If I keep watching them for a very long time, maybe I'd get the hang of it. Then it won't be so hard to put on a fake smile, keep a straight head, and walk like I own the place.
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