Category: Personal Entry
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I just wish I didn’t have to “heal”.
I am merely a physical manifestation of the echo of a painful journey. Existing, with my mind’s wires set like twisted roots. My soul, caving into the abyss..being it. Expansive yet hollow- being nothing. And my body, the vessel through which I feel this deep, deep…sadness. Containing it. Craving it.…