have you ever been abused so much that no matter how many times youve died and got reborn, you still feel it?
high walls and barricades - layers and layers
you told no one where you were hiding and yet they still found out and came after you
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it's gloomy and windy. no sight of birds. not cold enough to freeze the patches of snow on the ground, but not warm enough to melt into water. sometimes, after a sleepless night like this, you cant help it but long for the sound of spring, where life freshly begins, and despair fades into darkness
