Of course the past cannot be changed. Everybody knows that. You can try to reverse what you did all you want, but it will never be fixed. Meaning you cannot physically fix your pain. And nobody will help you.
Waking up. In all honesty it is one of the hardest things I will ever have to do. The feeling of dread that rushes in my stomach as soon as my eyes open. The beat of my heart as it grows quicker. The second I awake, it's like I can't bare the thought of reality. And as it seeps its way into my head, I can't find a way to escape it anymore. There is no escape.
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seeping through the cracks
PoetryLiving in dread her whole life she thinks she has finally escaped. Has she really tho...?
