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Sep 2015
It won't be until these ghosts have kidnapped me to a non existent reality, by then it will be too late. they seem to really ******* hate me, they took away all of my fate. I can not stay in touch any longer, I am afraid I will never be stronger. I remain in this bed again broken and alone, I can not help but to yearn for the sound of your moan. I am drowning inside of my mind, the rest of this world I am becoming blind. How it felt to live, I will never forget. All I know how to feel now, is existence and regret. I want to feel connected, remain somewhere I feel loved and protected. I want to feel a two-way connection, I believe that inside the one you truly love you will find existing perfection. Nothing remaining perfect is a sad myth told by a broken deceiver, words that slipped off the tongue of a hopeless non believer. Reality is the reflection of your mind, unfortunately there's a part of mine that isn't so kind. Although, I do not fail to have passion. I am hoping that this darkness is just for fashion. Tonight is another night I will play the victim against myself in my head, shaking on the floor listening to voices that I am not sure were actually said. I feel like staying quiet because I no longer know how to respond to delusions, It is becoming harder to tell apart these false illusions. It is no longer just the anxiety, I have to keep writing in substitute of psychiatry.
Hailee Alexandra Moraal
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Hailee Alexandra Moraal  Powell River BC
(Powell River BC)   
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