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I never asked for my hands to be caked in ash, fists full of powdered, smothered memories weigh me down like cages; if you were to see my body, cut apart, missing, coated and preserved as a martyr, like a body in Pompeii trying to fight back the smoke.
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Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 12:51 AM UTC
Pompeii
I never asked for my hands to be caked in ash, fists full of powdered, smothered memories weigh me down like cages; if you were to see my body, cut apart, missing, coated and preserved as a martyr, like a body in Pompeii trying to fight back the smoke.
you can try to fight your memories, but you'll die trying maybe we should accept them instead, ya know? I need to get better at that
#pompeii#rambles#vent#venting#memories#remember#loss
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Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 12:51 AM UTC
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