"The stitches of the sealed wounds start to open by the tides of hidden remembrance of the past.
Sunny days of happiness never for long last.
The determination to work for the future start to crumble by the sudden gush of pain.
All the sharp knives of syllables come rolling down the memory lane.
And then she slid down against the wall, she is breaking yet she try to not to make a sound.
She begin to feel suffocated, through her eyes tiny crystals rolling down, she is crushed to pieces when no one is around."
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Chaotic Mess.
Poetry"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
