My head is spinning. It is a struggle to keep my breathing in check and I'm sure as hell that I'm drowning. My chest burns, my body quakes in anxiety. Screaming would shake off the fear rising but I don't make a sound, my throat also burns, and more than anything, I mustn't startle Mark so I go through the excruciating pains in silence. This is what I must get used to, I must ignore all burns, pains, agony...nightmares.Many times, it is easy to push the gory images blurring my vision by focusing on the bird tattoo etched on my wrist, other times, the bird does nothing but aggravates the demons. Demons fighting for my soul, the only thing I have left. They feed on my fears and tears, leaving me a shaken mess. I would do anything to bury my memories.This time all I see is fire, an unending, unquenchable one, my skin heats up and the bird seems to be glowing. I know it's the demons but I'm having a hard time suppressing them. The fire burning is a clear depiction of the night I lost ev
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