Hours pass as I dream to remember the pressure of finally moving to a state of mind where nothing matters. All around me, we are broken. Craving for hope and craving for answers, wondering if this is the life for us. Like a caged bird forced to consume a life full of nightmares and tragedies on our own. We are broken, without a choice. Left hiding in all the small things that keep us from dying in the darkness of our own misery.
Aly Johnson
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