I am chained.
Chained to this world we live in.
Chained to a life I didn't want.
Chained to my darkness by the scars that wring my wrists.
And see, if I were to open up, I'd be set free from those chains.
But I am gagged by the creature in my head, locking up my heart and consciousness, until I don't know humanity's worth.
I'm not sure there is any worth in life left to protect.
Who am I protecting really? By staying silent?
I don't even know them anymore.
And they certainly don't know me.
Did they make me like this?
It's a question I can't even answer.
So see, I know how to be set free, but is the price worth the punishment?
If I open up, people will get hurt.
And I hurt myself trying to make sure no one ever will.
What a terrible thing to think about.
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Not me. (2023)
Short Storyso, I've been struggling for a long time now, and I never told anyone about it. I've never opened up. but I met someone who understands how I feel, and I'm beginning to feel again. I don't know how to do it, but I finally feel I can fight. I've been...
