Exile

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So traumatized I can barely function. Died so many times inside I’m not living. I’m just existing in some strange fucking way. I sleep all day to forget it all.

I’ll repress everything in this exile I’m in. I shut my thoughts off because I can’t take this anymore. I am in deep shock.

I do not feel good sitting and dwelling on all the trauma that’s been. This prolonged torture and fumbling in the dark without a spark.

Those pills that kept me alive put me in an exile. I’ll repress everything in this exile I’m in. 

So sick of this town and the psychos in this town. Don’t want to know of anything. Don’t want to go outside. Can’t even stand to face what’s out there. 

I used to dare to open the door before and get some fresh air but now I don’t dare to do it anymore. 

I used to dare to open up my heart a bit before but now I don’t dare to do it anymore. I put up brick walls instead.

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