The days are slow, my minds like woe, holding for the truth.
My mind says go but my heart says no, but either way it’s an uncommon youth.
The disasterment of disaster, the fasterment of going faster, it’s all so bittersweet.
My words don’t make sense, but in my defense, defeat has taken over my sleep.
I say this with a heavy heart, it’s honestly tearing my mind apart, I hate to see it go.
Does it really ever go? I don’t know. My mind is simply like woe.
For me memories are like ghosts that haunt the perimeters of my conscious mind, often making me feel ill at ease when I don’t even know why. The more upsetting memories are like demons that torment me from the depths of my unconscious mind, bringing up flashes of painful experiences when I’m least prepared for it and my defences are down. Both want to fill me with self doubt and self hatred and sap every ounce of confidence I once might have had, to leave me an utterly shattered and blithering wreck in the shambles that my life has become. And yet the more I […]
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