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Scattered room, a mess. Disorganized. Empty bottles of prescription pills. Empty water bottles. Empty void. Yet the trash is half empty too. A beating heart that's tightening The heartbeats slow down Then speeds up again. The nerves signal the cortex The brain, to replay. The worst things in life. Green tea which boosts metabolism Supposed to boost the better emotion But it's not. The void is still there. The light reflections are not a warm glow They are of emptiness and shallow. Though there is no presence of conflict In this moment in time Why does it still exist? Hands close Hands open Hands freezing cold. Lifeless. Dreams come and go Nightmares stay. But this is not that girl, that boy. Being strong isn't hiding Plastering fake smiles on. Being strong is talking and conquering. But the laughter and positivity They're superglued. There's an abyss elsewhere.