I feel like my heart is gone, but life is bad lost with no words. My feelings are lost in time. I live away from support. Giveing life a simple term makes me weak, but my shell is strong with a great heart. Life is gone with the wind. my emotions can't be mainly expressed as life, but dose suffer from PTSD. All of my dreams put as a monster not crying, but i pull my self together and try to smile but, come out to see all of the memories to dust but, reform as void. Being consumed burns me with love and hate but pulls together and says checkmate .
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