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Crytal Lynn
I know my writing is a bit dark, but maybe it can shed some light for others.
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Crytal Lynn
I know my writing is a bit dark, but maybe it can shed some light for others.
I know my writing is a bit dark, but maybe it can shed some light for others.
I know my writing is a bit dark, but maybe it can shed some light for others.
My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness as they struggle to open. Beads of sweat forming above my brow as I desperately search for familiarity. It was then I realized, I was trapped. Locked away in my own mind once again— hyperventilating. Tears streaming down my face, as I fight my own thoughts.
It’s a daily battle, not being able to be yourself. Not knowing who you are, but being hyper aware of...
In a dark subdued room sat a girl, once very strong and confident, broken and in tears. She had never dreamed of how quick her happiness could be stripped away. One article of clothing at a time, she now felt exposed, vulnerable, and dirty. A guilt not cause by anything that she had done, but by what had been done to her, now crushing her.
In a corner of a room stands what one would see as a boy...