The uncontrollable held

I had a friend called Daisy, she decided to join the army. We both came from a complicated past. I lived in a bubble, I practiced individual sports, refusing agonistics and studying. I simply did it to release myself, I was shooting thriller short films and on Saturdays I saw acquaintances for a couple of hours at pubs. I lost sight of my objectives, my short films conveyed my negative perceptions and developed my creativity. She, on the other hand, came from Syria, she took drugs becoming  ill with hepatitis. She was adopted at the age of 19, most likely […]

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The pieces I have deleted

Receiving help from other’s compassion. Or just for their superficially felt burden?  No one looks at people’s pain in their eyes. Not knowing what I feel other than desperation to which one dies. My closed off run for, better a blade to my throat  But nobody listens to me I’m dead no expressions on my face no feeling and I pay the bill for it. Apathy is my best friend is the only trick I know to win the game. If you do not see my feelings you cannot hurt me into not being sane I want to I scream; […]

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