To wake up in a cold sweat in the dead of night
To run with no set destination, from something
That consumes you
To lie with a quaking heart and word
To hide in the darkest, smallest space
To shield yourself
From everybody
To cry uncontrollably
To shake undeniably
To release in a bottle
To steal away from those you trust
To cover any truth worth telling
To be completely unable to finish...
...Anything
Jesster Ketchupp
I write for the same reason I breathe, it's the only thing keeping me alive...
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