Pain is pulling my soul slowly. Destroyed relationships, fake friendships, broken promises, ruined family, unrequited love. All of these are towing my soul like canvas threads. The threads are thick, squeaky and heavy like chains emit chimes. They move around my body, restrict me inside the dark and empty prison of fears. Now my self-essence became my greatest enemy and the main reason of my tears.
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