The chains tight around my wrists keeping me bound to my fears, greed, regret, and pain. The room only illuminated by the sun's natural light seeping through the thin curtain of the window. Never able to see out of it. Warm salty liquid falling down smooth porcelain cheeks, perfectly casting and framing perfection. Blood dripping down raw, red wrists, proof of struggle and desperation. The desperation to be freed. Chest tight with suffocation and squeezing of the heart, but the rest of the body loose and numb. This was an absolutely beautiful world. So many feelings, so many restraints, so many downfalls, and we have to live through it and die.
Please, free me from this sleep.
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Shangri-la
PoviedkyЅнαиgяι-ℓα [ѕнαи-gяυн-ℓαн ] noυn an ιмagιnary place on earтн, eѕpecιally a reмoтe and eхoтιc υтopιa ---------------------------------------------------------- Loosely inspired by Seventeen's Fallin' Flower. There will not be named characters, as I...
