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ME
Trapped in my mind, trapped in my body. Like looking through the hour glass every minute of everyday The darkness clouds my mind. It covers my thoughts so I cannot speak. I dream to type independently. I am instead forced to utter thoughts with no meaning, like an infant The silence in the recesses of my mind causes much sadness, For those parts are dead to me forever, like a wasteland someone lost a map to; So are my thoughts, on… off… like a switch. The life I dare to lead swallows me up, Like a giant pillow where success is a word unknown in my verbal dictionary. Yet somehow, for some reason, I still dream of better days, better moments even, where I can fearlessly walk, talk and breathe, without shame. |