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It screams beneath my skin, rattling the walls of my skull, a noise that never quiets, a hurt that has no name. Dark clouds erupt and gather, swallowing every trace of light, turning each breath into a battle, every heartbeat a fight to survive. I stand in the middle of it, soaked in the chaos, waiting for the sky to break but the storm only circles, refusing to let me go. A sense of desperation, showing only one distant escape, aching for one final sunrise, questioning why I should remain at all.
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Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 12:53 PM UTC
A storm that won't break
It screams beneath my skin, rattling the walls of my skull, a noise that never quiets, a hurt that has no name. Dark clouds erupt and gather, swallowing every trace of light, turning each breath into a battle, every heartbeat a fight to survive. I stand in the middle of it, soaked in the chaos, waiting for the sky to break but the storm only circles, refusing to let me go. A sense of desperation, showing only one distant escape, aching for one final sunrise, questioning why I should remain at all.
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Mar 3
Mar 3, 2026 at 12:53 PM UTC
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