Unthinkable Thoughts
These thoughts, these scribbles, these notes and screams, the replies, the agonizing questions, the cursing, the bleeding words, and the cutting sentences, all of which lie in me. Like a bomb ready to explode, but left burning at the top of its fuse, feeling like it’s gonna implode but never getting to. The bomb that needs to be ripped open, the one that needs to break, shatter, burn just to have fulfilled the need of what it is: a bomb. These thoughts, all they are are thoughts so why can…
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