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Scrolling through lines of words, looking for a blank space. Staring at a blank space, trying to find the words.

Outlast

I am the voice thought never to speak. I am the strength mistaken for weak. I am secrets brought forth to light. I am the day awakened from night.

Scars

There are words I cannot tell you They may break you   There are moments I will never share They may kill you   There is no blame in what you do not know Though I’ll always wonder if you do

Carve

She sat with a knife to her stomach. The one that was usually kept under her pillow to keep the monsters at bay as she slept. The monster was inside her now. She had to get him out and no amount of purging or starving had worked.  This was the option left to her. She […]