Quiet, that is all I want these days, is pure sweet silence. Silence away from the rambling of a drunk man that never shuts up. Silence away from the booming thoughts in my head, that I fear someone might hear they are so loud.
I want to breathe and hear nothing but the slow whistle of my exhalation.
I want to breathe and hear nothing but the slow whistle of my exhalation.
I hate my life. I hate everything about it. He has sucked the joy, the life out of me. He is poisonous...
This was written in 2019
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