Friday, 8 July 2011

Journal Extract

It felt like an inescapable weight in my chest.
Pressing down on my heart.
Pushing down on my spirit.
Oh, how I long for it to fade,
like the fog on a winters morning.
But instead it fills me,
that black sticky mess.
Until it engulfs my very being 
Destroying my will.
Annihilating my soul.
Obliterating my heart.

- Georgia MacLeod

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