What is even the point
If my own body keeps betraying me
Muscles seeze up
While memories flash in front of my eyes
Opening a stormgate of sensations
That drown me on dry land.
I can't breathe.
As the flood washes over me
I'm pulled back into an experience
That never should have happened.
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Author:
Dreamer (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 17th, 2023 16:47
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Comments2
hopefully this too
will someday, be just a memory..
'stay' strong! fight the good fight
thanks for sharing
You will get there dreamer, you will get to the place where you will feel free
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