The emotions swirl inside of me, like dark jewels they roll around and glisten with a black light. The turmoil of my soul is a constant reminder of my indecision. Round and round the pit of my stomach turns, I try to get it out, but I cannot speak or even write down what I am feeling. I feel like I cannot breath as I try to express myself. All I have is a sea of letters trapped in the treasuries of my creative nature. I am going under and I am not sure I will come back. My pen has failed me and I cannot speak coherently. I am drowning in words and do not know how much longer I can stay afloat.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
The emotions swirl inside of me, like dark jewels they roll around and glisten with a black light. The turmoil of my soul is a constant reminder of my indecision. Round and round the pit of my stomach turns, I try to get it out, but I cannot speak or even write down what I am feeling. I feel like I cannot breath as I try to express myself. All I have is a sea of letters trapped in the treasuries of my creative nature. I am going under and I am not sure I will come back. My pen has failed me and I cannot speak coherently. I am drowning in words and do not know how much longer I can stay afloat.
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