Silence from deep inside. Worries grow out of the deafening silence. It is out of these times that thoughts break me back down. Back into this never ending darkness theses times pull me back. Small victories eclipsed again. When thoughts don't come easily, the dark is inevitable. To fight is to die in other things, to fall is to welcome death with open arms. Fear rises in me to near unbearable heights again. Yet fear is an element to the chains I bare. Panic ensues, fear rises and worries run ramped. Slowly growing yet unable to be free. Unable to share the thoughts I think. Outside forces drag me further into the impending darkness. I brace for the impact though it may be far off. Continually on guard for if I let it down it will be much worse. Nearly unable to stand from the fear, what have I become?
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Depths of my mind
RandomCompilation of things ive written. PLease don't steal and if you want to use it just ask :) Please give it a read. There are darker themes within this, so please be aware of that.
