She was laying there.
Dying on the street as the pill that kept her calm was processed by her pysical being.
She turned to it for comfort.
To put her mind to rest and set her body at easy.
To stop the evil doing of her brain by questioning herself.
She could be anything one wanted her to be but she was nothing at the same moment. She was a shadow of masks.
Painted faces of personalities that took ahold of her form.
Triggered by the people around her.
Triggered by expectations and rules.
Her body felt numb and cold as her foggy eyes slowly fell to close themselves.
Vision blurry until it turned to black.
A smile streched over her pale lips as the rising of her chest became less noticable.
One step
Two steps
Three steps away from conciousness.
There she laid at ease, dying on the street.
One last time.
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RandomIt is just a little collection of the things I write from time to time. Stuff that comes to my mind while listening to music or reading. I hope it inspires you and is good to read and understand. Enjoy ~ TRIGGER WARNING Various triggers as well as...
