Until
Until you've felt constant pressure,
Until you've looked over your shoulder for the one-thousandth time.
Until you've buried yourself in blankets for protection from an invisible force
Until you've woken up to the sounds of sirens, and contemplated ending it all to avoid an arrest for a crime you maybe committed without knowing it
Until a professional has told you that you are in need of "serious help"
Until you've pushed your closest friends away because you fear that everyone wants to kill you, steal from you, or ruin your life.
Until you've sat in a dark room, searching the room for the source of a noise, thinking that it is a burglar, psychopath, or the devil himself
Until you're life is gripped in a constant fear, please don't tell me that you know how I feel
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Coco The Ripper
Madman. Generally, I write whatever, and don't give a flipping fa-doodle what anyone thinks. I am an angry individual. You'll see commentary on society, relationships, or anything that is bugging me. Live forever, kids!
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