My thoughts are painful and my mind is loud. The ripping feeling I have so strongly in my chest must be the small piece of my heart that is still left, finally breaking completely.
I’m screaming but no one can hear me; I can’t even hear myself– my own angry screams. I’m clawing the walls to find a way out of this cluster of emotions, but I stop when I realize the walls of this hell are really my own dark, twisted thoughts.
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