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Rot.

It made sense of course

To bleed after you’ve fallen down

But I never fell

I simply basked in the pain and torment that left me rotting beneath the moon

It ate me alive- All that I felt and all that I didn’t

I was drained of all things

Good and bad

Especially love

Entirely hollow from the inside out

And now I believe I must die

On this frozen December ground

With m...

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My Inner child still screams

I remember parts of my childhood and feel ashamed
Or possibly its not the shame that I feel, but a sense of loss, grief, a slight wish I could go back there- just for a moment,  to prove it all in fact was more than just a fever dream.
To fix the broken pieces of myself that I never should have lost in the first place.
But I can't
I must leave the past how it is and feel the tears pour down my...

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Failure

How cruel one must be to become well acquainted with suffering and still inflict pain upon

another

Perhaps my heart is so frozen I forgot how to act.

I am cold and distant, full of disdain and heartache.

A lifetime of resentment runs through these veins

Yet it’s me who bares the ache of caring-but careless in many attempts

The salt of life is but a bitter taste of irony

And so...

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