finding sanctuary in writing
With a trembling, she types away her feelings in a little box.A box that would later on resemble a mere thought, a feeling, and encapsulates everything that the world doesn't seem to hear nor know.
She's crying again inside, unknowingly pouring every bit of emotion in those battered keys. All the pain that overflows deep within her heart and can no longer be covered.
A patch, a needle, a string....something to enclose this flow of sadness that runs through her like water down a stream. Ever so raging, never calm nor pacified.
If her heart is to be placed under a microscope, the ever relentless beating would show a tattered membrain holding on for dear life on a single strand of vein.
Hoping against all hope that somehow its owner would eventually experience true happiness and let her heart take a rest forever.
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