There's this awkwardness that I feel, myself, alone, that the others don't feel.
There's that feeling when you know there's something wrong, but you can't comprehend what it is.
There's also that self-blame feeling thinking I'm responsible for things.
There's that cautious feeling thinking anything wrong I do or say could result in something bad happening.
There's also hope, and optimism, for it all to be normal again and for it to be left in the gallows of my deepest, darkest memories.
There's that feeling when you know there's something wrong, but you can't comprehend what it is.
There's also that self-blame feeling thinking I'm responsible for things.
There's that cautious feeling thinking anything wrong I do or say could result in something bad happening.
There's also hope, and optimism, for it all to be normal again and for it to be left in the gallows of my deepest, darkest memories.
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