A daughter,
A granddaughter,
A sister,
And a friend.
Melody Chiamaka Martins.
Born on July 1st 2008 - April 18th 2019.
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I'm alone in my world. I'm drowning every single second that passes by even though I know how to swim. The waves of pincer like pain keeps pummeling my brain as my body is being dragged down, down, down, into the cold depths of the ocean floor, choking me.
I didn't do it!
I'm innocent!
My soul keeps bleeding at intervals if only the Phantasm would turn up and subside all of these but alas, no Phantasm is going to show up. No apparition, no ghost, no phantom.
Because they don't freaking exist.
The time is nigh. When I'll have to persuade the world that I'm impeccable.
Nevertheless, in the midst of my agony and misery, there's this faint voice in my head. This voice that gives me a slight beacon of hope.
The voice keeps bringing up a certain question to me.
A question I couldn't answer in my miserable state. Not with the crown of thorns seated on my head.
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"Stay fetal like or fight your way to the surface?"
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Written by Joy__cee🤭✨
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