Becoming Anna

   I don't want to fall away. Unamed creatures  throws me off the mountain of sins. I am hanging on while dying. Screaming in unbearble pain. Where am I? Better yet, who am I? 

 

I don't want to fall away. Life chokes me while laughing at my stupidity. The mirror reflects a person I do not know. Is this who I have become? 






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