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and with my last breath I will tell you that this morning felt like the darkest night. Like I was no longer flesh... only blood, bone and ache. I will that tell you that the sunlight felt like an army charging though drawn blinds, reminding me of every thing that I am not. reminding me I have to try again... exist... again I will tell you the water tasted like metal ...like blood. That dust covered my tongue. I stared at my burnt fingertips wondering if I’d ever write again. I had fallen in love with a wildfire, in search of warmth now my notebooks are filled with charcoal.
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Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 9:28 AM UTC
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and with my last breath I will tell you that this morning felt like the darkest night. Like I was no longer flesh... only blood, bone and ache. I will that tell you that the sunlight felt like an army charging though drawn blinds, reminding me of every thing that I am not. reminding me I have to try again... exist... again I will tell you the water tasted like metal ...like blood. That dust covered my tongue. I stared at my burnt fingertips wondering if I’d ever write again. I had fallen in love with a wildfire, in search of warmth now my notebooks are filled with charcoal.
#sad#depression#lonely#fire#morning#love#blood#heartbreak#lost#healing
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blondielock
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 9:28 AM UTC
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