Friday 13 March 2015

Unfinished 1

It's hard to find the words when there are none, when your mind can barely put a sentence together, you feel trapped, like you're inside yourself, your body both physically and mentally weak from being drained for too long and a tiny voice inside of you is trying to scream to be let out but no-one but you can hear it, but to you it's not a tiny voice, it's deafening, it's all you can think

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