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The Beast

Breathing getting heavier by the minute,
Sweat dripping down my neck,
Heart beating so fast,it might rip through my chest.Couldn’t bare the pain any longer,breathing stops...almost as if I was trapped in a small box and suffocating.Let me out!

Then the world stops spinning.

I’m all alone,standing in unbearable pain,holding my tender chest firmly and gasping for air.Yet I’m Scared.(Inhale and exhale regaining my breath)

Scared of people seeing me in this state of mind,slowly deteriorating from the inside out and drowning in my sorrow.All of this time spent,covering up and bottling in my shameful thoughts that are finally unraveling and showing its true colours.Not knowing how to control the beast awakening inside of me,making me it’s own puppetry.

Controlling my words and emotions,and devouring all my strength to feed that ugly side of my uncontrollable self.

Then the time scrolls back,ever so slightly ...and I can see every moment go by so clearly.Now the past has become the present.I can see the beauty and the ugly in each and every one,but in everything that is surrounding me.That’s when my life finally...began and when I realized that life can’t be explained unless you’ve made mistakes and grown from them!

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