The sun's shining bright
My hand's shaking so hard that
I can't even control myself..
The past..
The trauma is slowly controlling me again like I'm a toy..
All the memories are running in my head..
The pain..
No matter how I try to draw..
I can't.
I. Just. Can't
I was a good student who loves art.
But not anymore..
I'm a crying mess now..#
A/N: You guys won't understand what situation is it bc I don't know either 😂
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Dark Alley
Non-Fiction[ENGLISH] Let me throw my useless feelings in this dark alley ! (Mixed feelings, no exact theme) *SONG LYRICs INCLUDED* Some kind of Diary for me..idk exactly ❌ Not suitable for kids to read Strong language, swear words and sucidal thoughts included...
