Arafed woman sitting on the floor in a dark room

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I'm sitting curled up in a tight ball in the corner of my mind
,
knees pressed to my chest
.
All around me are the dark corners and crevices of my inner consciousness
.
Though my physical body is still
,
inside my head there is chaos and motion
.
Thoughts are ricocheting rapidly
,
colliding and crashing into each other like particles in an accelerator
.
"You're worthless
.
" "You'll always be alone
.
" "You don't deserve to be loved
.
" The destructive thoughts bombard me relentlessly
,
echoing through my mind
.
Along with the thoughts come waves of overwhelming emotion
.
Grief washes over me
,
then anger
,
regret
,
despair
.
The feelings roll through me one after another
,
a relentless storm surge eroding my composure
.
Though I sob inside
,
outside there is only silence
.
My body remains rigid
,
the tears trapped within unable to escape
.
I want to scream to release the pressure
,
but my voice feels choked
.
And so I remain there
,
curled inward
,
buffeted by the storms of emotion and corrosive thoughts
.
I feel battered
,
wearied - but know there's no escape
.
I can only endure this dark corner of my mind until the winds subside and light returns
.
For now
,
the corners echo with my muffled cries
.
معلومات
Checkpoint & LoRA

Checkpoint
Deliberate
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