Pain is my love the fuel of my existence the substance that keeps me waiting, hoping, needing, craving, expecting.
Soulless...
Breath.
Exhale.
Once,
Twice -
My eyes roll back and then I blink…
Startled quiet, searching, moaning, confused, alive…
With eyes wide open and still yet I am blind.
Unable to see the truth ...that I hate my life...
I dream of another but what is a dream you call a nightmare?
My Life with you…
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