the bad kind of butterfliesA Chapter by Lyn Andersonpassing thoughts in the rush of chaotic tearsthoughts fizzle chisel at the inside of something ... butterflies (not the nice kind) dare me to hold back the urge to purge the material of my day. unhealthy coping mechanisms feel like home as I fight the wall and it doesn't argue with my bluing fist pounding heart and aching mind give rise to dark and brooding thoughts the tears the fears I can no longer be sure if I am still sane. when all is lost what is left to gain? © 2017 Lyn AndersonAuthor's NoteReviews
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StatsAuthorLyn AndersonToronto, Ontario, CanadaAboutI write under a pseudonym. I don't do Read Requests, but you can PM me if you want me to read something specific. I make friends with people who I read and interact with. I won't accept random reque.. more..Writing
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