No matter how I try. My words remain hollow, painful to swallow. Vacant upon my tongue. Buried in my tombstone skull. I'm further from you still. Ain't got no motive. Ain't got no friends. Unsure of my own intent. Is this worth my time? Alone by design, I'll remain forever distant.
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Letter To My Past Self
Non-FictionThese are several short stories about my life. There are several triggers such as rape and PTSD.
