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Dec 2018
What is the point
I care
Too much
Too deeply
I have a purpose
And then I don’t
I look in the mirror
And all I see
Is a girl who grew up and out of a fantasy
She’s pale and detached
Plump yet broken
She can’t tell her age anymore
She’s just ancient
Half expecting her face to crack and melt into the tile

Part of her is alive
and full of rage
Passion

The other is trapped in a cage
A dungeon of fear
Pleading for the easy way out
It wants to scuttle into the shadows
dissipate into the forgotten
Constantly these two creatures
are flicked on
and off
On
And off
A light show of indecisive ideas serenading a seizure to creep forth and calm the losing battle
but then...
The power goes out
....
And whats left?
Super rough. Just wrote it. Wanted to post it.
Sofia Von
Written by
Sofia Von  22/F/Seattle, WA
(22/F/Seattle, WA)   
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