A struggle strain, a corrupt smoldering that aids the defense. It was tedious, this warring repulse.
When they jerk away from her she flinches, heart sinking into her chest. It is in these moments where she remembers no matter how much she lives in her head she does not live a life of her own.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
