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Mar 2017
you are addicted to falling, which is to say
you exercise mind over matter, a grand reclamation
of flesh, is to say
you crave an escape from monochromity,
into monochromity
chase honesty into a corner
you howl out Death's name like you mean it.
is it too late? when your slippers grow cold butΒ 
the memory of regret still lingers where it struck you mid-
air, Β regret that wins when you lose yourself to
gravity's palm
so learn to look down-
learn to let go.
let ghost
ok so i haven't been posting for a loooong while and i won't frequent this lovely page unless ive got new inspiration since studies are getting really intense :/ btw, this is inspired by a friend.
Written by
Kylia  22/in my mind
(22/in my mind)   
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