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A soul purge so deep That no one could be there to hold me in it. A fire so englufing, that if anyone had tried they'd have just been burned. I lose control and only love the ones I have hurt. How does that work? The surrounding sounds muffle out as my chest caves in. The kind of silence you endure as your surroundings completely disappear. All you can feel is your chest pain burning like a thousand suns about to incinerate you alive. You fight the urge to become a rage-induced animal Because the pain is unbearable and no one gives a **** and even if they do they CAN'T do anything about it. I have to swallow it all and digest it. I have to fight to not be overcome by it all. But what do you do when you feel like your soul is being filleted alive, soul stripped in all directions, Bare, and ******* raw now.. The shedded lining burnt to a crisp in tatters across the floor around me and the pieces charred flying through the air. Another phoenix stage of rising through the ashes But where the **** does the sky take me? I have been here before. There is no where to go. I give up. I cut off my new wings.
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May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 1:59 PM UTC
Cut Off My Wings
A soul purge so deep That no one could be there to hold me in it. A fire so englufing, that if anyone had tried they'd have just been burned. I lose control and only love the ones I have hurt. How does that work? The surrounding sounds muffle out as my chest caves in. The kind of silence you endure as your surroundings completely disappear. All you can feel is your chest pain burning like a thousand suns about to incinerate you alive. You fight the urge to become a rage-induced animal Because the pain is unbearable and no one gives a **** and even if they do they CAN'T do anything about it. I have to swallow it all and digest it. I have to fight to not be overcome by it all. But what do you do when you feel like your soul is being filleted alive, soul stripped in all directions, Bare, and ******* raw now.. The shedded lining burnt to a crisp in tatters across the floor around me and the pieces charred flying through the air. Another phoenix stage of rising through the ashes But where the **** does the sky take me? I have been here before. There is no where to go. I give up. I cut off my new wings.
**** you God. I don't want to go down this road anymore.
#againstmywill
chelsea-rae
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May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 1:59 PM UTC
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