The Young and The Motionless

I’m just a child… a person that can’t live without fear, a person that can’t live without pain. Buried in my thoughts, I live without a soul. My mind is empty and dark. My body lies motionless and bruised on the dirty floor. My wounds still bleed from last night’s beating. I stare into nothingness… Continue reading The Young and The Motionless

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stopping my heart beats missing a beat freezing cold rushing through my veins black blood gaping wounds bleeding non stop shallow breathing no pulse silence darkness