Indecision
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MatureOngoing10m
Huling na-publish Mon, Jul 30, 2018
Sitting in this dark room would be uncomfortable to most, but heaven for me. The dark atmosphere, the silence, and the cold air smooth against my hot skin. Alone with only my thoughts that haunt me, taunt me, tease, and leave me shattered across this very bathroom floor. The cool stinging of my eyes as they flutter open is welcome as I sit with my knees against my chest, and my head buried between them.
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