WantI want to write, but I have no ideas. I want to draw, but I have no inspiration. Idealess, Without inspiration, Lacking imagination. Why am I only a ghost of who I used to be?Want
I want to hide, because I have lost sight. I want to cry, because I have no one. Whisper, Demand, Falter. How can I escape from this futile fight?
GrieveNo scar could run as deep as one whose story remained untold. Even as I lied in bed and wondered if today would finally be the day I’d lose my mind, I couldn’t bring myself to let go. When every day was a war against myself; fighting, struggling, pushing to keep my memories at bay, it was all too easy to just give up. I needed someone to do it for me, to crack me open and tell my story. I didn’t want to take responsibility for the things I’d done. Reaching over the the dusty nightstand, I slid the photo over to me. I turned the worn, tattered photograph in my hands, the original glossy surface now wrinkled and streakGrieve
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Freedom of speech is not for the thought you love, it's for the thought you hate-Larry Flint
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