Sometimes I wonder how I am still breathing. How my heart has survived the blazing inflictions upon it. It's still beating. It's still painfully pulsing, strangling my soul as my mind runs away towards places unknown, yet familiar. Vaguely familiar with whispers of home. Whispers of promises and dreams and life that I see but cannot grasp. My hands don't clasp them fully embrace what is mine yet solemnly linger, desperately reaching to places unreachable. I can't seem to settle. I can't seem to visualize. I can't seem to accept or understand. My plastic smile betrays my heart as it flies away. You shut me out with a harshness I never knew you to behold. Maybe, maybe I don't know you. Maybe my mind won't release it. Maybe my heart can't forget it all. The pain, the promises, the anguish, the hopes, the dreams. How it quickly slipped away. How I didn't understand. How you slammed that door so confidently in my face.
Now leave me alone.
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