among papers
confess I have not written a single line true. I appear lifeless curtains to be seen by my own reality.
flight is the most weak, the coward who kneels teeth in the dark to precipitate the pain and not feel so much fear of the void.
'm a lamb among wolves.
The starting gun rings in my ears, but I can barely move the site.
I run away from life, perhaps my fault, I feel like a worm which does not sprout wings. Eternal Maze, where only looking at the sky you find the exit.
falling over the edge from the top, with arms outstretched and eyes full of tears.
I believed in the wrong God. I dragged my existence to the most treacherous of dementia.
'm like a beast that begs the coup de grace. A whisper that everything over. Nails on the neck, the taste of blood pooled my mouth.
asleep holding hands gnawed rope can not sustain for long.
say that fear paralyzes us. I believe that embraces us not to die alone.
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