i am on my way to lose everything,
this road may be rough, and crooked, and filled with death,
but to give up on yourself is the last step to everything further away from freedom.
i am caught up in a nightmare,
there is no light, only the dark walls of my own inflicted misery,
and sometimes i feel like it's comforting, but then she shows me just how flavourful the light is.
i can only wish i was good enough.
- everything further away from freedom
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growing wings | Completed
Poetry❝my freedom was at the cost of my sanity❞ how far would you go to earn your freedom, if it meant stripping away your happiness and losing your mind. freedom does not mean liberat...
