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Spasms of unrelenting misery assault my body. Wreaking havoc with its unsympathetic weapons created for ministrations of torture. My attacker mercilessly holds me captive in my own frame. A prisoner to a biological and physical default with no key to unshackle me. My own body believes me to be beyond redemption, accusing me of crimes I have not committed. Unbending when it comes to compassion, it enforces unjust punishments upon me…
In, out, in outOut out, inout, in in.Breathe Eyes – ripTear at me and leave me bare.Holding in aWhimper. My body attempts toMould itself.Into the crowd ….
His feet shuffle forward, struggling to move across our blinding white bodies. We who have been exposed to so many emotions: rage, honesty, loss. We ….
Clashes of heavy beats that sift through his earphones are aligned with the hidden thoughts that he is hopelessly working to push out. So he ….
Believe me when I say this, but the heat was enough to make me collapse. It didn’t help that the multitude of people decided they ….