I'm a writer of few words who is really trying to make sense here.
your mind and skin
reject being your home anymore,
your screams never reach
your lips anymore,
you try to shut it out
but can't escape it anymore
you wish you could die
but are too tired to try anymore
I can't remember the last time I felt safe. It's been a while. It feels like I have been stranded in the middle of the ocean, on a c...
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