Dreams are the royal road to the unconscious.
--Sigmund Freud
She slams the door.
Refuses to open it.
My fists makes contact,
over, over, over again,
harder, harder, harder again.
*"I just wanted you tell me
that everything will be okay.
That's all I ever wanted."*
She remained silent.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
Dreams are the royal road to the unconscious.
--Sigmund Freud
She slams the door.
Refuses to open it.
My fists makes contact,
over, over, over again,
harder, harder, harder again.
*"I just wanted you tell me
that everything will be okay.
That's all I ever wanted."*
She remained silent.
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