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my vision, my world, my trouble

The hallow moon light sparks glare in the misty night.
Goosebumps begin to invade my body.
In the distance, a black curved figure is present.
The streetlights flickering on and off.
I focus more.
Vague, blur movement.
Suspiciousness.
Silence.
This is the toxic that I always breathe
I am the girl in the corner of the room,
Unspairing,
Swearing,
Praying for my life to end.
I can’t live like this anymore.
Hallucinations haunt my soul.
It feels as if I’m trapped inside myself..




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