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Silent Wars
I've been a slave to my thoughts and convictions for the longest time. Remaining a prisoner of myself and trapped in what I can only call a maze. Running circles in my head.
When the walls fall I fall back melting into myself and losing to the voices in my head. My defenses are that weak, crumbling at the smallest push. Letting the water in just as all the air leaves. And I'm drowning again, heaving for air as the water fills my lungs. Flooding every cell in me, shutting out the world and locking me in.
My walls have been built over the years, work that I have done to keep it all out. The irony however is how it takes one word uttered in a single breathe to bring them done. And to send me back to the dungeons that I have been trying to escape for as long as I can remember.
I am strong- I am weak. I don't need the validation- I crave to be seen. I am perfectly flawed- I am beyond redemption.
And so it goes my time in this place is still ongoing. I'm trapped by their words, your thoughts and my convictions. It's quite the predicament.


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