I feel so suffocated in their presence ; it's painful.
I need to leave
Run far away
So that I may breathe again.
But leaving doesn't promise anything
It only insures the loss of pain
In that moment
I'll want to go home eventually
So that suffocation will come back
If I want to truely live free
I'll need to stomp it from the source
Solve the real problem
But untill then I will live in my suffocation
At least I'm sane
For now.
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Short Stories
PoetryJust little themes I'm writing and trying to learn myself. Most of this stuff is probably going to be..not great, but hey everyone should chase their deams.
