emotions
Who would have know i would be in this exact situation i tried to run from, this emotion i tried not to allow to consume me. I let it eat away at me. This raw emotion burning deep inside me, screaming to be freed. I grasp for the door to open, i plead with all my soul, but my cries just echo around the walls. At last i feel my soul leaving my body, I can not hold on much longer, i fled from my own horrors. Looking down all i saw was a hopeless body. Now freed my darkness consumed me no barrier to hide the reality. Broken down and beaten I become the monster I once feared hiding under my bed. I became the murder, crushed every dream beside me, pushed away all my love and hope. I began to fade I stopped to exist.
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