hey…
it got inside me and is ripping me apart.
it consumes me.
it hounds me…
follows me whereever i go. i used to tell you that sleep is my therapy. that i find peace and tranquility in deep slumber. but now i can no longer persuade my conscious self into trusting that it will not find me there.
my hands are tied in imaginary defeat. and the memory of the briny taste of my tears seems to be persistently in my mouth. my body black and blue from the bruises, yet numb to even feel the constant battering.
the struggle is depleting my strength. such that i find myself powerless to get up and fight. too exhausted to even curl like a ball and wilt.
hear my whimpers. grant me absolution.
…me
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hey, u ok?? what’s wrong??
pampam lang yan… =)
andito lng ako kng kelangan mo ng pampam
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