Wait.
Don't speak.
These words are churning,
crashing in my head.
Help,
I can't breathe-
walls are closing in,
just piling up
on top of
everything else
this weight is
breaking me,
crushing me,
pulling me down.
I'm spiraling
out of control.
They say there's beauty
in the breakdown.
If that's true
I must be fucking gorgeous.
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Kay, so somehow you've found your way to my blog. Whether by chance or misfortune, or maybe you meant to, you did.
So if you want to, feel free to poke around and browse through my posts.
Everything on this blog is my writing.
Feel free to comment on anything. I love it when people leave me harsh and thoughtful critique, so please don't hesitate to do so.
I guess that's about it.
Enjoy ^___^
~Savanna
Writing. ^_^
Hey!
Beneath this cloak there is no flesh or blood to kill. There is only an idea.
Ideas are bulletproof.
-V from V for Vendetta
Kay, so somehow you've found your way to my blog. Whether by chance or misfortune, or maybe you meant to, you did.
So if you want to, feel free to poke around and browse through my posts.
Everything on this blog is my writing.
Feel free to comment on anything. I love it when people leave me harsh and thoughtful critique, so please don't hesitate to do so.
I guess that's about it.
Enjoy ^___^
~Savanna
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