Peace! Its a dream or desirable thing for me. I don't participate first rather he. And the situations pressure me to participate badly. Not even a soft participation. Life is void with toxic relationship. I need to write suicidal notes every week once at least. I need also to collect ropes, blades, sharp knives, and poison to stop my irregular breath. My lungs are not able to catch atmospheric oxygen. My heart doesn't participate in pumping. Even my brain doesn't response properly. To save me, to love me, I have taken the discission. I couldn't permit anymore to suck my blood. I am trying to save my tear for me.
How I am Climbing Up
Urban · Papia_Talukder
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