I keep on banging my head on the wall. I never wanted to stop. But these blurred faces won't allow me to. Cold hands brush against my skin as I am being transported elsewhere.
Down the empty hall, I see a light.
I'm not sure if I should reach for it. I have no where to go back to. I don't want to live any longer. I'd rather have my soul be damned for all eternity than breathe the same air with the one who has sent me here in the first place.
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Abstract
PoetryWords may be the best medicine. But they can also do more harm than good. Here's a spontaneous collection of words, vignette's, short stories and poetry combined into a timeless and relevant output that not only comes from experience but also from t...
