Panic-driven soliloquies roam the catacombs of her consciousness; strewn with misanthropic motives, crouching corpses, and decaying dreams dolor. Suddenly exploding from the shadows, more electrifying than life, are the fluorescent ghosts of fear, of loss, of pain. 1,014 more words
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I thought I was done with letting big triggers send me into a tailspin. I was wrong.
I was cleaning out my bedroom closet. I have mentioned before that we moved just before my Discovery day and it took a few months before I even attempted to unpack everything. 1,272 more words