The little girl felt barely born
This was not mirrored in reflection at all
In reflection stood a woman, not a child at all
And in the soft tears, she hid from it all
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I share the pain of another two tortured soul. The same pain. The same loss. The same inability to keep on living. We are tied in our belief in our right to end our torture. One can only live so long in extreme agony. Being awake is so utterly painful and draining. Ive tried so… Read more
I feel nothing but weight, holding me down. I’m too low to move, or live, or cry. Just the wind through my window And the silence of the sound I feel nothing And all I want to do is die.
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