Smoked-filled lungs. It's hard to breathe, voice stuck in my throat. Fighting the feelings that are slowly burning out. The world's cold, nowhere to go. Candle lights dying out, their flames no more. Grounded in ash, like cement, there's no way to break free. Like an invisible box with no air to breathe, they are trapped, closed in. The walls deter over time, worn out and abused. It's heard every curse, every lie, words laced with pain and hurt. It has become so fragile. Its colour has faded and life wasted. Thrown over the edge, it came crashing down. Dangerous waves drowning what's left. It washed away and left no trace.
꧁༺- // - 𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓮 <3 𝓐𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓱 -//-༻꧂
um, idk what this name is ...
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