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I cannot believe your truth. Because those who are truly original cannot grow here. Longing to be defined by my thoughts rather than my actions, And shame for this evident cowardice. If you are all-kind and I am carved into your right hand, in your image How am I to be sacrificed as a nothing In the name of a plan Not even evident that you understand?
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
The Volcanoe Man
I cannot believe your truth. Because those who are truly original cannot grow here. Longing to be defined by my thoughts rather than my actions, And shame for this evident cowardice. If you are all-kind and I am carved into your right hand, in your image How am I to be sacrificed as a nothing In the name of a plan Not even evident that you understand?
inspired by Skye Martin's artwork
gemma-allan
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
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