Where did that come from? It came from here. From my heart. Where it hurts. Drowning, choking, clawing, falling. I'm being bled dry. You always find something new to blame. Maybe start seeing it as a problem to be fixed rather than normality. This isn't normal. I shouldn't hurt like this. Shouldn't have to break like this. You're blinded. These chains around me mean nothing to you because you don't think. You don't look. I'm here shackled and bleeding, but nothing is ever good enough. More stress, more weights. And it hurts the most that you seem to think I deserve this. Open your eyes. There's something wrong. I should be helped to swim, not held under.
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Realisation
General FictionUp, up, up. And out, and out, and out. Out until your finger tips touch the stars. Until theres no room left for breath. The shadows and the hurting. Only stars. And it's calm. And calm and calm and calm. It's calm and you breathe and you breathe. T...
