Little_Details
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How
am I supposed to focus on all the good in life when I am ever so
Numb
like the scars on my wrist, the ones that never made it past my skin
Frantic
The little details here and there
The little details no one hears
I feel as if no one cares
they just worsen my fears
living just doesn't seem right
wondering where to run
