I drag my feet and move one more step after another. I impose myself to still look. It’s these damn social conventions. I still do all these things even if I had long given up and hate every second of it. My arms and feet still move even if the monsters within me are  taking over. I want to let go and burst into tears, tear my own skin apart and scream. 

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