The letters I type say the words I fail to express.
My emotions have rioted, held me prisoner from within and the more I try to break free. The worse the punishment gets.
I am trying to stop them, to calm them down but they refuse to be held down any longer; they refuse to be oppressed so now, I am caught in the storm that seems to be everlasting.
The thought of sunlight nothing but a fragment of my imagination.
-becauzwecan
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A Journey of a Troubled Mind. ✔
Non-FictionThis is a little small compilation of writings/poems I do on occasion. They are an expression of my thoughts and feelings at a specific time and point in my life. I am publishing this now because I feel as though I am ready to share a piece of me...
