december 25, 2014
you know when you're sad and someone reaches out to you because they realize you're sad and they ask what's wrong and you want to tell them everything that's going on in your head and how badly your heart hurts but you can't even explain it in words and besides they'll think its stupid and you don't want their sympathy anyways and you feel like you're in a black hole because how will you get better when their pity will only make you feel worse and you can't even fathom how broken you are and you're scared to even let them in
you're screaming for help but your bones are a cage
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Speed of Sound
الشعر"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit at a typewriter and bleed." a collection of capricious drabbles. © Valarie Rae, two thousand and thirteen.
