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I want to scream, but screams never leave my throat. They twist inside me, coiling like snakes, biting my chest, hissing in the corners of my ribcage. I want to shatter the walls with my voice, to make the darkness hear me, to make it bleed for what it’s done but my throat is locked, sealed by years of fear, of pain, of everything I could not fight. The past claws at me, my own skin feels like a cage, and the present is a battlefield I cannot name. Who I am bleeds silently, while who I want to become waits beyond this suffocating silence, a light that I cannot call. I pound my fists, I grind my teeth, I scream inside and hear nothing but echoes that turn back into shadows. Every step I take feels like walking through ash, every breath like inhaling shards. I want to scream to let the fire explode but the fire is trapped inside, and it burns me from within. So I walk, and bleed, and carry the weight of every unspoken scream, knowing that maybe one day the silence will break, and my voice will finally cut through the darkness that has been holding me hostage for far too long.
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Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 4:40 PM UTC
Silent Screams
I want to scream, but screams never leave my throat. They twist inside me, coiling like snakes, biting my chest, hissing in the corners of my ribcage. I want to shatter the walls with my voice, to make the darkness hear me, to make it bleed for what it’s done but my throat is locked, sealed by years of fear, of pain, of everything I could not fight. The past claws at me, my own skin feels like a cage, and the present is a battlefield I cannot name. Who I am bleeds silently, while who I want to become waits beyond this suffocating silence, a light that I cannot call. I pound my fists, I grind my teeth, I scream inside and hear nothing but echoes that turn back into shadows. Every step I take feels like walking through ash, every breath like inhaling shards. I want to scream to let the fire explode but the fire is trapped inside, and it burns me from within. So I walk, and bleed, and carry the weight of every unspoken scream, knowing that maybe one day the silence will break, and my voice will finally cut through the darkness that has been holding me hostage for far too long.
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Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 4:40 PM UTC
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