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Origin How do I find the pathway to origin? I have searched all the pasts of the past, and held onto the past longer than necessity. I have seen an awakening turn into a darkening of clouds, as breeze sharpens with each gust and this brain yields to... what? Nothing. In the distance I see a reflection. It is emerging to me, and waves into a silhouette of shapes and confusion. Who is this? Is it bravery I see? Or just imagination. Help me! Help me? Do you even hear me? Do you even listen to a fool such as me? What God worth following would answer the wretched of the world. Me, and me, and... I. And I alone have abandoned the God within myself.. I had a mercenary as a muse. I think she left and seduced a better writer. © Wanderer
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Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
Origin
Origin How do I find the pathway to origin? I have searched all the pasts of the past, and held onto the past longer than necessity. I have seen an awakening turn into a darkening of clouds, as breeze sharpens with each gust and this brain yields to... what? Nothing. In the distance I see a reflection. It is emerging to me, and waves into a silhouette of shapes and confusion. Who is this? Is it bravery I see? Or just imagination. Help me! Help me? Do you even hear me? Do you even listen to a fool such as me? What God worth following would answer the wretched of the world. Me, and me, and... I. And I alone have abandoned the God within myself.. I had a mercenary as a muse. I think she left and seduced a better writer. © Wanderer
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SpilvenrWindsinger
33/M/Australia
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
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