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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required {"MY dance in the downpour was cut short, though, even for a second I felt my worries glide off from the tips of my fingers as the precipitation stuck against the flesh of my skin. My heart palpitated against my ribs, and the notorious monotone voices apprehending inside of me were meager. I lost friction, I was dampened, I was coercive until I wasn’t. My nucleus stopped ramming against my rib cage, my cranium stopped doing a one-eighty, the goosebumps that would make my hair follicles arouse were notoriously gone. Shrouded with the droplets that camouflaged my tears, the pernicious allegations for once presumably evaporated. Solely for a brief second, I felt as if nothing had happened in the first niche; or I conned myself into believing that the trepidation would abnormally make me shiver in my skin, my knees would buckle as they hit the pavement with full force, my hair adhering to my face as a leverage lifted me up from my despair that hung me by a lonely thread like a suicide rope. the ache in my head resided. Just Maybe, this wasn’t the end for me, my death grip on the Xanax bottle was growing more severe. I popped the pills in my mouth and let out a sigh of solace, the numbness immediately making a disparity by coursing through my bloodstream, allegedly making their way and ramming against my mind. I placed myself out of….and I was now rid of that trepidation. I felt like a child again, I was unburdened from myself. Solitary confinement, I initially rid myself of. Though the chains weren’t releasing me, the memories were still assembled into torturing me, relentlessly. Voices adjourning, ramming against your skull amusingly, your eyes cloud and the sigh you release is lost into thin air. What does serenity feel like? You wonder, And the adjourning silence is enough for you, to lose it."}
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