August 17, 2023 12:48am-6:27pm
Thoughts so loud they deafen;
Music so quiet it chokes.
A cloth tied so tight that it cuts off circulation,
Suffocates every word you try to breathe out.
Closets so dark, they blind
Rules so outdated, they kill.
Such high expectations from my so called "society":
A society that's always been ill.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Pleas of Futility
Não FicçãoMy innermost thoughts; My innermost secrets, And now... They belong to you.
