Torn Sheets

I wasn't too young to have an overactive mind and thoughts flowing through like a slide show, but I needed to let it all out. It was suffocating and I was choking on unspoken words, hidden feelings and masked emotions.

Stained sheets became my therapy. And they were my therapist.

Just a healthy brain, a blank sheet and ink to make the stains.

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Thoughts and stocked words from a teenage mind.

Formerly known as :Brain, paper and Ink

♥Bluecherrylush♪

12:05:2018 - #353 in imaginations