Scarlet Walls

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Ongoing5m

Last published Wed, Apr 28, 2021

Poetry

Tagsdark depression feelings insidemyhead internalstruggle

A farrago of abstruse thoughts. A lack of complacency. Whenever she was alone, her messed up thoughts became knives, the ones that played with the veins in her wrist, with the air in her lungs. Whenever she was alone, she bled words that she couldn't speak out loud, the words that never made sense.

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