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Its as if you have been captured by a terrifying but manipulating beast and every time you begin to escape its suffocating grasp it secures you in its hands once again It gets to the point where you become so tired of trying you stop what's the point? it is stronger than you are You're so tired, the idea of putting in an effort to escape the evil clutch of this pain seems an impossible concept all you want to do is rest rest until one day, the beast will pass dragging your soul along behind it You become so used to the pain sometimes you unravel your skin with a blade crafted from iron just to convince yourself that you can still feel some sort of hurt, because the beast has battered you so severely, you are certain you can no longer feel a thing Or we cause harm in other ways creating bruises instead of cuts, or fierce burn marks as a way of trying to seek help, as the beast will not let us ask in anyway other way, he has banished our voices, our sense of self and to break the spell, first we have to break free
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC
The beast
Its as if you have been captured by a terrifying but manipulating beast and every time you begin to escape its suffocating grasp it secures you in its hands once again It gets to the point where you become so tired of trying you stop what's the point? it is stronger than you are You're so tired, the idea of putting in an effort to escape the evil clutch of this pain seems an impossible concept all you want to do is rest rest until one day, the beast will pass dragging your soul along behind it You become so used to the pain sometimes you unravel your skin with a blade crafted from iron just to convince yourself that you can still feel some sort of hurt, because the beast has battered you so severely, you are certain you can no longer feel a thing Or we cause harm in other ways creating bruises instead of cuts, or fierce burn marks as a way of trying to seek help, as the beast will not let us ask in anyway other way, he has banished our voices, our sense of self and to break the spell, first we have to break free
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lost-5
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC
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