The pressures of the world are descending upon me
Am I one who is merely floating or rapidly drowning?
Tears are no exception, nor are feelings or emotion
I am a captive, a slave to my mind; freedom is nothing but a myth
No pleading will release me from this demon cage within
I am trapped and trapped is what I am
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Fragments of A Wanderer
Short StoryExcerpts from the mind of a wanderer. Through moments of darkness and in times of light the words confined in the pages within hold the thoughts of a teenage girl just trying to find her way. © All Rights Reserved 2016
