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A sorrow-ed heart

Stamped: 21:17:00

I am beyond words.

I have cried till there are no more tears, only sorrow.

I have had nightmares that had driven me awake in fear.

I have so much to say, of everything that is overflowing within, yet when I try, I become empty handed.

And just when I thought it could not get any worse, it did.

So where does it leave me now?

Where do I go from here?

When will I be able to get home?

Too much red tape, too much words falling on deaf ears.

And I'm tired of trying.

The undeniable feeling of being punished.

This is the price you pay for obedience.

God, help me...

For I do not know what to do....

Anymore.



Help.




- jess, thrown into medical, starting tomorrow -

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