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Jan 13
Put pen to paper.
Write, Emote, Iterate, Clarify, Reflect.
The only wrong way to begin is not to take a step.

The vines creeping through my limbs again,
Every sedentary moment a danger of rooting in, fastening.
Shackles of Discomfort.
A struggle to connect.

Fleeing,
Avoidance,
Disgust.

Moments of joy perverted, soured.
Memories overwritten in rumination,
My distorted perception becomes reality.

You stew in your own **** long enough, everything starts to stink.
Written by
Sean Hendrik Singleton  24/M/Freiburg im Breisgau
(24/M/Freiburg im Breisgau)   
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   Sara
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