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[goddess_ophelia]

a head full of memories

a heart of broken promises

I'm crippled by my inner voice

I can still feel the ghost of a touch, a smile, a longing kiss

the feeling burnt on my skin

I'm mutilated, maimed and scarred

Alone I sit in a dirty room

destined for solitude

comforted by a wall of silence

as noise will die a sudden death at the door

Comments

[owensheart]

This was heartwrenchingly beautiful

[goddess_ophelia]

thank you!