Lock it all away and pretend to be someone you’re not. You don’t do this out of desire, but to not have to deal with the fallout. Lay awake at night, dreams bleeding into nightmares. Questions swimming within the depths of your soul. Why, why, why the tormented sounds of the child you were echo in your mind, but no answers are heard. How many days, the marks now faded on the walls in your minds cell. Life is a blur of one afternoon to the next, never wavering in their delightful torment. You have the key, always in your grasp. Terror grips each time you think of what could be next. Sobbing on the floor once again, looking to the heavens to show you the way. Without a step forward, in your own hell you will stay.
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