Surrounded

Surrounded and alone. Sick of the abuse. Of feeling less then I am. I want to let go but I am woven into the cycle. The person I am is pushed to the bottom. No one can save me. My choices have led me here. A moment of silence is freedom. To be somewhere else away from the chaos. I gave up what bring joys. And for what errands? Need to choose better thru the dispair.

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