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The world will still turn, regardless of if I want it to. A spin on words, and you might think I'm a dead branch fallen from a tree. The apple tree, my dad will become. Although not yet, the words are stagnant tightening around my soul carving reality into my face. A useless thought, an unbearable one. I fear I’ll rot and dance with the maggots until I’m soil. One day meeting with my dad becoming a tree myself we’ll hold each others roots like when we hug. The type of warmth I’ll always dream about way past the inevitable moment in time, where my heart and soul will give out.
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Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 10:11 PM UTC
When You’re Gone.
The world will still turn, regardless of if I want it to. A spin on words, and you might think I'm a dead branch fallen from a tree. The apple tree, my dad will become. Although not yet, the words are stagnant tightening around my soul carving reality into my face. A useless thought, an unbearable one. I fear I’ll rot and dance with the maggots until I’m soil. One day meeting with my dad becoming a tree myself we’ll hold each others roots like when we hug. The type of warmth I’ll always dream about way past the inevitable moment in time, where my heart and soul will give out.
21-07-25.
#future#inevitable#fear#death#grief
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Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 10:11 PM UTC
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