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There is a hole inside my chest. I didn‘t ask it to be there I don‘t know where it came from But it doesn‘t seem to care. Everytime I see a glimpse of serenity it taints me again: A corrupting presence strangling my spine choking my soul. What has changed? Where is the cause? I‘ve lost ascendancy over the demons I thought to have slain long ago. Again I‘m afraid. Afraid to speak too much, afraid to be silent for too long. Afraid to be me and afraid to disguise myself. It seems my fortune has vanished from my control. And in dark moments the only thing that‘s left is the fear that something has changed irreversibly. What once got close seems to drift apart again before it could begin to coalesce. And I stand weak before my inner chaos. My mind is a maze and I have lost the map. How am I supposed to find my way back with this chasm in my head? ~ My confidence is torn. ~ There is a hole in the sky and it slowly pulls me in. Will it erase me or cleanse me? And will the scourge inside of me finally die?
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Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC
Holes
There is a hole inside my chest. I didn‘t ask it to be there I don‘t know where it came from But it doesn‘t seem to care. Everytime I see a glimpse of serenity it taints me again: A corrupting presence strangling my spine choking my soul. What has changed? Where is the cause? I‘ve lost ascendancy over the demons I thought to have slain long ago. Again I‘m afraid. Afraid to speak too much, afraid to be silent for too long. Afraid to be me and afraid to disguise myself. It seems my fortune has vanished from my control. And in dark moments the only thing that‘s left is the fear that something has changed irreversibly. What once got close seems to drift apart again before it could begin to coalesce. And I stand weak before my inner chaos. My mind is a maze and I have lost the map. How am I supposed to find my way back with this chasm in my head? ~ My confidence is torn. ~ There is a hole in the sky and it slowly pulls me in. Will it erase me or cleanse me? And will the scourge inside of me finally die?
Naygon
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22/M/Currently on Mars
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 1:18 PM UTC
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