Prayer in the C

She is of the opinion that the way to get out of feeling stuck or dragged in life is to turn off all lights off in her room and murder Fall Out Boy songs by playing on repeat. She glows when silence becomes as a whole and fritters away every morning; the hues and harmonies of unfrequented places floating The foretold stories of her hums to her heartbeat as to sync with her departed smile it seems to move such a scope for hope from Clouds of Atlas only to cauterise all in flames. Time past, and comes last in sight when she is at ease and those unseen awful thoughts in her mind wane away Her body stumbles and her words fumble like life and fear equal shadows of used things- Doubt, that she is.

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serleenah

25 / F / English

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