Sometimes Hell is a Place Called Home.

Just feelings.

Love

It feels like the freeing of my soul, the brightening of my life

Moving out, freeing my hopes, dreams, and life

Despair

It feels like the swirling vortex of the world is closing in

Closing in, crushing my hopes, dreams, and life

Hatred

It feels like a crushing blow to my stomach, out comes the bile and the sick.

It constricts my feelings, directing them toward the harm of another human being.

I feel like I've been forgotten

And to be forgotten is a fate worse than death.

The End

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