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They came for us. Mangled distortions warped and corrupted from the hidden corners of our psyche. We were only children. Small eyes gazing fingers grasping the mountains and forests we could not see. It watched from the darkness. Too vast to comprehend to hold its form shifting endlessly in our thoughts. We hid our faces. Shrouded in memories long since turned away from what we shared spoken aloud. Nowhere was safe. So we ran from what we could not accept towards the shadows that we consumed. Who are we, truly? I saw oblivion in your eyes, rotting flesh I did not want to become. So I let go.
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Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 11:12 PM UTC
The Thin Man and the Lady
They came for us. Mangled distortions warped and corrupted from the hidden corners of our psyche. We were only children. Small eyes gazing fingers grasping the mountains and forests we could not see. It watched from the darkness. Too vast to comprehend to hold its form shifting endlessly in our thoughts. We hid our faces. Shrouded in memories long since turned away from what we shared spoken aloud. Nowhere was safe. So we ran from what we could not accept towards the shadows that we consumed. Who are we, truly? I saw oblivion in your eyes, rotting flesh I did not want to become. So I let go.
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OliRose
17/Gender Nonconforming
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 11:12 PM UTC
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