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all my demons have awakened from such long, deep slumber like rampant creatures with wounds to mend, and so i caressed their madness out of grief inside my soul's dimly lit chamber. IA
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Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 12:18 PM UTC
rampant creatures
all my demons have awakened from such long, deep slumber like rampant creatures with wounds to mend, and so i caressed their madness out of grief inside my soul's dimly lit chamber. IA
03.21.21.| i think all madness is carved out of deep grief. one line that stuck with me from a show said, "what is grief if not love persevering?". and if grief is as said, isn't true love also a madness?
sincerelyileana
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Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 12:18 PM UTC
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