Traveling Circles
The darkness distorts my vision. I stand in dead center as I watch the life I created for myself fall apart right before me. So many secrets come to the surface as I fall below. As I drown I fight for some air, I fight for the strength to continue my own journey.
I hear the voices that sing to me. They sing angry lullabies and ridicule my very being. I am taunted by the ghost of my past. I see a…
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