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physically it fucking hurts
emotionally it burns
but I constantly feel so stuck
in the elevator that is my mind and while it has turbulence.
side to side, up and down, crumbling.
I shout the words "STOP", even for the millionth time but it continues.
I don't know what to feel or how to feel
I just know I feel alone
And it's despair comes so viciously.
lashing invisibly around my neck
like I'm sitting in the middle of a sound proof room.
I'm writing this because I'm lonely while doing so.
Bored, bleh, bleh this, bleh that, ferocious.
but it isn't boredom.
It's the need for someone to just run up to me in this darkness,
put on a flashlight while they're at it
and tell me that there is hope
and I will be okay until it's too late.
About the Creator
Alex Guerrero
Filmmaker



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