My nights are spent twisting and turning.
Whimpering and whining; Black mirrors, and open skies.
Hands picking me up and drowning me in my own ocean of thoughts.
Isn't anyone listening to my cries?
The walls surrounding me are burning.
Ashes raining down, burying me.
S.M.R.
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She Quoted Sins
General FictionShe closed her eyes, and let the memories flash one by one. Once she opened them she saw hope surrounding her, the need to put aside the past and memories was growing on her.
