Let's not start with how it began, but how it all ended. Well what seems to have ended. She stared into the eyes of another. Not aware of any surroundings. Questions appeared like pi as fraction. She couldn't comprehend the severity of what she had done. Her sub conscious was the only thing that could be heard, the rest was asleep; listening to the demands of one who wasn't there. Her delusions had become who she was. Death was being told to her. A threat for the future. From fear from the past.
Breath it out?
******** you !
Let it pass?
It's just to late by then!
Help?
Not plausible anymore.
Quit?
Scared of the relapse.
Don't say she didn't try.
She'd kill to feel better.
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BlindFromTheFallingBlocks
This may, change you, it has changed me. It has no lies and it tells no truths. That is how it is.
Vicariously I live, while the
Whole world dies.
You all feel the same so;
Why can't we just admit it?
--Ashley--
Well Me,
It's nice talking to myself;
Owe Credit to dementia
Whole world dies.
You all feel the same so;
Why can't we just admit it?
--Ashley--
Well Me,
It's nice talking to myself;
Owe Credit to dementia