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My roots are breaking into the depths of depression.
I’m locked in the confinement of my own body, within the box of isolation, within a building, within this god forsaken world. Locked in with no key the only way free is death. Drowning in confusion and emptiness. I shout like i'm angry as to remove whatever vulnerability I can. I cry to escape into emotion, to escape from myself the one numb and inferior.
THERE IS NO ESCAPE.





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miracle_of_hope said...
Aug. 15, 2011 at 8:18 pm
escape is optional..... try looking at the small stuff
 
Shadowfoxz said...
Aug. 15, 2011 at 7:43 pm
There will never be an escape if you don't believe there is one :)
 
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