I’m Hell

Sometimes I felt I would die by wishing it when I went to sleep but I always woke up again and found I was still there. Every morning finding I’m still me, that’s hell.
Well, get out of hell then! The gate’s open and I’m holding it!
I can’t. I’m hell, myself.

create The Sea, the Sea | Iris Murdoch

camera_alt Christopher Campbell 

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