nangijala

 
 
 
 
 
It's not a fairytale. Drinking the substance like it's water. This is not a fairytale the pictures in my head are whispering to me. There are no beautiful surroundings made of love and magic. There are no honesty and laughter. Drinking until the body burst. Because there is no other surviving option. 
 
Reaching out my hand saying Please save me. The saviour cut my throat and buried me in quicksand. Just sinking down to nowhere. Screaming out but there is no saviour. Because this is no fairytale.
 
 

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