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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 my skin soaked in my own blood

The end.

🌷(6)

◄ My Inner child still screams

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New Shoes

Fri 21st Feb 2025 03:54

Finding what true love is, is seeing that you are inseparable from it. Finding a rhythm to incorporate what you love can be a challenge, the mastery is in the details. The energy is out there waiting for you to find it.

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