No matter how much I scream my voice goes unheard. There is no great light to great me. To fall once is expected but to always be falling is hell. Being trapped is being able to create but denied to. My heart would break but it shattered long ago. All I ask for is someone to share moments with. To create for. To die with.
To live for.
To live for.
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maddmaxx:
Beauty shrouded in pain and darkness. Thank you- at least someone heard me.
jovanka:
I heard you.