So Basically...

You become a hollow shell,

Not because thats what you set out to be

But because thats how life left you. 


See, You once were the most beautiful star...

Full of radiance and energy.

But that was too much for some people.


So, you walked on eggshells

Trying not to seem so odd, so different, 

You tried to interact, make friends, keep friends

But it never worked. 


Often it left you to be alone with your thoughts

the ones that slowly kill you,if you let them. 

And oh boy,did you let them.





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