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My words are but shells of emotion poorly imitating my thoughts so why return to poetic devotion and warmly embrace all I've fought How do you decipher the incomprehensible the unfathomable side effects of existence what god resides here must think me dispensable may it fear my thrashing and resistance these stoic shells have returned presently and like death they stubbornly prevail when I fade into the unknown pleasantly these words shall live on past my last exhale
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Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 9:17 AM UTC
The widow & her words
My words are but shells of emotion poorly imitating my thoughts so why return to poetic devotion and warmly embrace all I've fought How do you decipher the incomprehensible the unfathomable side effects of existence what god resides here must think me dispensable may it fear my thrashing and resistance these stoic shells have returned presently and like death they stubbornly prevail when I fade into the unknown pleasantly these words shall live on past my last exhale
writing for the first time in a long time... sometimes words do not meet our tragedies, nor do they our triumphs. but they are all we have in a world of sin and insanity
crimsonanarchy
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F/australia
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 9:17 AM UTC
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