Just trying to process my angsty mental illness ridden past: please excuse the darkness.
they were dark and sharp. poking and pushing me to a place one could never come back from. they controlled my every move, my every thought. they filled me with hate and an utter discomfort. they whispered in my ears to hurt and destroy; leave absolutely nothing standing. they pulled a dark sheet over my heart, letting no one in and certainly nothing out. I begged… drain something in my veins to make them go away. I finally felt a cool rush under my skin. Absolute silence.
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