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the anger games
2019-07-19 00:49:02 (UTC)

day 879, invisible storm.

heart starts to slow, each beat louder than the footsteps of the brewing storm. if someone gets a little close they might actually hear it, but there's no one around.
body begins to relax in a desperate attempt to take shelter but sleep is a long way gone.
howling wind blows, the cogs start to turn, voices rise in warning "find someone" "don't let it catch you alone" "move" but thunder drowns any voices of reason, mesmerising lightning flashes made of regrets, unsaid words, fears, nightmares and lies. it's too late to find help, you just have to weather it out and pray help will find you soon after it's over.
the darkness starts to sing a hypnotizingly harsh choir. the world outside the storm range stills, fades, does it even exist anymore? did it ever? soon the hours turn into weeks and years and decades. how long has it been? it's too dark to tell day from night. time isn't real. there's the melody and the melody only. heart sings back in harmony. such cruel stinging words but the pain is welcome, it's pain you earned. for once, you are worthy of something.
it's gonna be another lonely sleepless night




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