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As my tears begin to fall
I look at behind these walls
I had built so perfectly
To see
Nobody had heard me…
Screams inside her mind. Endless, ceaseless, droning, piercing, frightening. She’s powerless, weak to stop them. They continue. A notorious robber who wishes only to steal her sanity. Nobody, no one listens. She tells herself she mustn’t: tell, speak, complain, think about it. What could happen if she does? Chaos, a disrupted unit, hearsay spilled over an untarnished family reputation rag like black oil. Because of her, for the reason is her, the unfound problem is her. She blames herself, taking it in, letting it out in the only way she knows…
Sweeping across russet plains
Cold grey brooms
That cause the crimson rain
To fall
And cease her burdening chains…
Love in life, life in death is her aphorism. A conclusion to the torment she’s in is her yearning. A small, small wish she could easily carry out herself…
Letter to Living,
Hell or Heaven is my tormented soul’s demise.
Eternally it should rest there
Less I stay one more day and
Pour my heart to those who turn it away…
My life is to a closing
Each of has her time…
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