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Written word used to be an extension of my mind; my        thoughts imprinted onto paper    in neatly formed sentences. but now                               they are jagged uneven.                              tired.                       torn. malformed.                                                                incomprehensible. I can't seem to put the words together into sentences that   have meaning.                       The razor edge of my words cut me, bleed my body dry until there's nothing left     but dust.
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Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 9:40 PM UTC
The Written Word
Written word used to be an extension of my mind; my        thoughts imprinted onto paper    in neatly formed sentences. but now                               they are jagged uneven.                              tired.                       torn. malformed.                                                                incomprehensible. I can't seem to put the words together into sentences that   have meaning.                       The razor edge of my words cut me, bleed my body dry until there's nothing left     but dust.
I'm tired....
#done#meaning#bleed#dust#razor#tired#uneven
Ephemeral_Oblivion
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Ephemeral_Oblivion
23/F/Lost in Nowhere
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 9:40 PM UTC
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