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Jul 2019
A prisoner in my own mind.
Trying so hard to break free.
Trying to flee a place of void, with no way in, and no way out.
Standing in total darkness.
How can you runaway from the things in your head,
things that you can’t touch or see, but can hear?
That’s the thing, you can’t.
You can either
continue to fight trying to get rid of them or
you for trying to escape.
Elsa
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Elsa  23/F/My Head
(23/F/My Head)   
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   Mekaylor C
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