the stakes get higher each time she makes the climb.
the way she had undergone darkness, a prickling ache just to grasp the surface was exhausting, humiliating, and sad. there was a fixed unrest, a lulling bustle that threatened to rip her apart if she didn't reach the top.
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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...
