Running on Empty by L.B. Simmons5/21/2023 ![]() ![]() To dull the suffering the only way you know how. ![]() And eventually, when no one comes, you find ways to cope. Sealed inside the darkened, soundproof room of your conscience, deafening cries echo as you plead for someone to unlock the door and release you from your nightmares. You smile on the outside and drift through life as though your mind is at peace, but all the while, you remain your own tortured prisoner. They tear through your soul, clawing and lashing until the pain becomes so unbearable, you're left no choice but to silently scream your agony. "Shhhh, Cassandra, it's our little secret." Secrets are stubborn things when they refuse to remain hidden. ![]()
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