Filmy Things

I don't know. Maybe it's just a dream and I'm stuck in it. I'll wake up soon, right? Yeah. I'll wake up so soon. Do I have to hurt myself to break out of it? To feel something real that'll shock my brain into waking me up? Or should I just let this thing finish me off, eat everything until there's nothing left, so I don't have to feel this anymore?

People leave their marks on us. They change us. Shape us into versions of themselves. Why? Why can't they just let us be, let us rot in peace? Why do they need to remake us in their image?

I'm scared that one day I won't recognize myself anymore. That I'll reach inside and won't feel my own bones—just their blood pumping through me, eating my flesh the way a worm eats through meat.

I regret letting them have that much power over me.

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I don't know. Maybe it's just a dream and I'm stuck in it. I'll wake up soon, right? Yeah. I'll wake up so soon. Do I have to hurt myself to break out of it? To feel something real that'll shock my brain into waking me up? Or should I just let this thing finish me off, eat everything until there's nothing left, so I don't have to feel this anymore?