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Stuck in
Sucked in
I have been stuck for so long that
I don't know why I still try to fight
I hate my crumbly layers
They show how pressure has affected me. The waves and thin ones and the straight , and broken ones.
The cycle repeats. Over and Over.
Over and Over again.
It'll never ends.
Pressure has been getting worse and worse now.
My layers have been cracking and breaking.
I would tell you that ice been stuck within this cycle.
That's not true.
I'm not stuck with it entirely.
The cycle is me
It's has always been.
I was the pressure that pushed on my layers.
I was the one who complained.
Though, I am the cycle.
I am no the one who created it.
It was my creator....My mother.
The cycle has been passed from her and my grandmother. It has been passed down from many generations.
The cycle was the curse of hatred . Hatred for your daughter.
Hatred for the one who's done you wrong .
Hatred for yourself because now you've hurt them as the person or people who have done you wrong.
Hate for the fact that you can't undo all of the pain from them now. -L
