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I am ready. Ready to be alone. Ready for the hug of myself to rush from the gaping mouths of those who hate me. who wronged me. who left me. I am ready. Ready to be enveloped. Ready to drift in a cool pond of dark rooms empty of those who judged me. who mistook me. who made me unwell. I am ready. For what else I do not know. But, what I do know is that to fill my own heart is far safer than to fill others.
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC
Ready
I am ready. Ready to be alone. Ready for the hug of myself to rush from the gaping mouths of those who hate me. who wronged me. who left me. I am ready. Ready to be enveloped. Ready to drift in a cool pond of dark rooms empty of those who judged me. who mistook me. who made me unwell. I am ready. For what else I do not know. But, what I do know is that to fill my own heart is far safer than to fill others.
the-ember-lion
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC
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