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Nov 2020
Despair is like a peace to me
it is a silence
a beauitful silence
filled with the longing of my being

A silver light knife plunged into my heart
drowning not in blood
but the black ichor of my regret

The poisonous thoughts that
shape my soul
pull me into melancholic mires
of self doubt.
Written by
Miriam Colbert  32/F/Missouri
(32/F/Missouri)   
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