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Illustration by @dariaesste
Walls...
Thick layers of walls.
My fears and anxieties lies beneath those walls.
My depression which I keep hidden. My pain which I continue to conceal.
"Who am I?"
Because I keep building my walls, I have forgotten what I was. How I used to be.
"Who am I?" I continue to ask myself repeatedly. Hoping that one day I would receive an answer.
"You are a demon waiting to break free. A disaster waiting to happen. An instrument to make people suffer."
I refused to believe that until I realized I unknowingly hurt the people who I considered precious. I have made them suffer without realizing it.
Whispers...
Rumors...
"STOP!!" I yelled repeatedly at nothing.
Disaster...
Suffer...
I am an instrument to make people miserable. I am the devil's puppet. And in my despair I turn to God to beg for forgiveness. Begging him to keep my loved ones safe from suffering. To ease the pain and misery that I put them in.
And just to make sure I end my life in despair.
"Who am I?"
I ask once again.
I...
Am Dead.
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Updated on March 12, 2018
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