In the midst of rebirth,
I tend to die again...
The gravity of the grave ***** me in.
With my might
I lived with no recollection,
I die a gruesome ******
I must reincarnate supernatural.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 6:02 AM UTC
In the midst of rebirth,
I tend to die again...
The gravity of the grave ***** me in.
With my might
I lived with no recollection,
I die a gruesome ******
I must reincarnate supernatural.
Why do I go back to the places I so desire to be freed from? Why is my growth so stagnant. I find myself aching in the places I ached 2 months ago. Praying the same prayer, reading the same books, the emotions I thought I had escaped somehow have come back harder.
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