Outlet

My outlets have given up on me.

Only the concrete wall has not. But my knuckles are not strong enough anymore. And the scars are getting darker and darker, reminding me every day that this devil lingers inside of me.

Yes, even writing has given up on me.

If I were them, I would give up on me too.

But I guess I can never. Or else all hell will break loose.

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