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when i look at my past, i grip the ground tightly not wanting to fall back into that deep, dark, canyon that is teeming with nightmares more horrible than my words can describe. sometimes i get a taste of it. i get a taste of how it once felt to be in that canyon and having no hope of rescue. that scares me. i don't want to go back. i don't want to go back. i don't want to go back to that canyon teeming with nightmares. i write poetry to let go of my emotions and move on, but sometimes putting my emotions into words is more painful than keeping them in.
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Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
The Canyon of my Past
when i look at my past, i grip the ground tightly not wanting to fall back into that deep, dark, canyon that is teeming with nightmares more horrible than my words can describe. sometimes i get a taste of it. i get a taste of how it once felt to be in that canyon and having no hope of rescue. that scares me. i don't want to go back. i don't want to go back. i don't want to go back to that canyon teeming with nightmares. i write poetry to let go of my emotions and move on, but sometimes putting my emotions into words is more painful than keeping them in.
#anxiety#depression#past#nightmares#emotions
the-authentic-snail
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the-authentic-snail
Trans Male/USA
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
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