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Maybe I'm overthinking, but I feel as if I'm sinking, headed into some downward spiral. The flowers in my garden, are not being well kept. and I'm not willing to accept... myself for who I truly am. I'm beginning to intercept... new feelings and new emotions. I'm beginning to walk on , new territory, new ground. I've found, all the bits and pieces, and I always put them back in the wrong places. Then I wear all these new faces, and I become brainwashed to my identity. Who I am as a human. Gone. Within the milliseconds of silence between steps when your feet don't touch the floor. At that moment, I realized I wanted more. Because I was feeling emptied and drained. All this **** I've contained... and held within me, is forcing its way out. So I tear off all my masks, knowing I'm risking failure. Without them, I'm left faceless. It's a long and drawn out process... of becoming. Because when a new feature, blends with your human creature, your soul starts to feel whole. I no longer feel like a hostage in my own skin. I'm starting to break in, hour by hour, no longer a Withered Flower!!
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 11:57 PM UTC
Withered Flower
Maybe I'm overthinking, but I feel as if I'm sinking, headed into some downward spiral. The flowers in my garden, are not being well kept. and I'm not willing to accept... myself for who I truly am. I'm beginning to intercept... new feelings and new emotions. I'm beginning to walk on , new territory, new ground. I've found, all the bits and pieces, and I always put them back in the wrong places. Then I wear all these new faces, and I become brainwashed to my identity. Who I am as a human. Gone. Within the milliseconds of silence between steps when your feet don't touch the floor. At that moment, I realized I wanted more. Because I was feeling emptied and drained. All this **** I've contained... and held within me, is forcing its way out. So I tear off all my masks, knowing I'm risking failure. Without them, I'm left faceless. It's a long and drawn out process... of becoming. Because when a new feature, blends with your human creature, your soul starts to feel whole. I no longer feel like a hostage in my own skin. I'm starting to break in, hour by hour, no longer a Withered Flower!!
clairenelise
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clairenelise
15/F/Kansas
Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 11:57 PM UTC
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