Some Days…

I had fallen through a trapdoor of depression. Walking blindly through the corridors of my feelings not seeing the cracks beneath my feet, leading me to fall inevitably into my bed. My sheets are made of sandpaper. The more I toss and turn in my thoughts the worse my bruises and skin become. Raw and…

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