Thralldom of my Mind
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Ongoing11m
Last published Fri, May 13, 2016
My mind races as I write, there's so much. Yet I know how to spell so little of what my mind holds, I can't write it down for I don't know the words of my heart. I am a captive in my mind and this is my escape, my way to reach out and scream the words I'll never have the courage to say.
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