I thought a train of thoughts that gave me a very vivid image of death, or what happens right before it.
My smile is fake.
My chest hurts so bad for those couple of seconds, I thought I was about burst out crying.
My act must be perfect.
But I'm ignoring it now, even though it feels wrong. It's just the only way I can deal with these intrusive thoughts.
God help me, if you exist.
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Abstraction
Non-Fiction[Started on: June 14, 2022] || Chapters Released: 0 This is an abstraction of real thoughts. My thoughts. Every time I feel harsh worry, dread, or fear, I will write; I will write right here. Those who want to read about another's poetry, go ah...
