Sweet RELIEF:
Prepare instruments, scrub in Doctor.
Do exactly what I say, deep breath, steady hand. Push down and do what you need to do to feel alive. Red explosion, intense release. As if the pain inside could escape through tear on my skin.
Now I can finally touch the pain, make some kinds sense out of it, sweet relief.
Damaged while I EMBRACE THE FEELING OF CONTROL Sabotaged.
HELP ME PULL MY SELVES DOWN MY FRIEND. UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN
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Author:
LC Gallagher (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 10th, 2018 12:07
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Comments2
Wow!
Promise, not all dark and heavy...
Thank you for reading.
sweet
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