My words are the ink colored tear stains left behind on pieces of papers when the mind and the heart come together to fix the pain in my soul.
I bleed on the paper. I die. And then my breath survives another day."
© Fiona Crystal • June 30, 20197 | 03:35 AM
Fiona Diaries — 'Heartbeats and Wild Things' • All rights reserved
One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. And disappear
This is the burning pits of hell.
There is no escape. There is none.
Close your eyes and melt.
“It could have been worse. It can still turn worse.”
My soul is howling. The shattering of my heart is deafening my ears.
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