All my life I have sacrificed and surrendered to the innermost darkness in my heart and mind; not knowing how to alleviate this pain. Surrounded by the need for an abundance of patience and tolerance of the torment of these memories in my brain. The dejection of my life makes me want to die.
The feeling of wanting to die makes my brain undergo hysterical emotions of will to lose my instability. The sense of my emotion makes me want to run away from the torment I have inside.
©railyne
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