Words cut deep into my soul, making me choke, silence is everything behind these closed doors. Nobody knows. How what they say sticks. They are like stones hitting me. Falling quicker and quicker into this quicksand, nothing to grab ahold of. Darkness is all so consuming , no light at the end Oh how I yearn for freedom. But real nightmares never end.
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Author:
Ariel Leming (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 20th, 2024 10:36
- Category: Reflection
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