Corrosion of identity

It's not like I have an identity to begin with.

Just that I am losing myself so quickly,enough to drive me up the wall.

I do not engage in actions anymore,merely feeling forced and separated from the rest of them.

I tear my own mask everytime when I am alone.

And force myself to mend it everyday.

The cracks are already showing.

How long can the mask last?

Deep inside is a black hole. A gigantic one.

Absorbing everything and anything.

Soon the collapse upon its own core will happen.

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