Oh how many think sleep is an escape. A blissful silence during the hard times. You dream of a knight in shining armor to save you. A dream of peace and quiet. And oh how wrong they are. Never before has anyone thought of silence af deafening. Of how painful it is to be alone in that flower feild. How the voices repeat the same things over and over. The painful words cutting through the walls and cutting the bravest warrior. You. There's voices, those of your conscious or not is indistinguishable. Voices. Loud and deafenening. Threats and pain.
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False Sense
Non-FictionMy view. Not pointing fingers. Nor any deep meaning. Just a general description. Understand. Don't change. GROW
