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Knowing all the pain with which I am cruelly struck, I cannot bring myself to suffer under the blows of another. It seems unthinkable to voluntarily let a second thief enter my bowels. I still feel the vile scars that have been so savagely inflicted on me. My body, branded with a hot iron, begs to be coveted again. A lout has taken possession of my incandescent glow. A meager fire now flickers at the slightest quiver. It is according to the tears that the last shine of my happy days dies. I have only ceased to love, without paying any real attention to childish escapades. Blind, that's how I lost my footing. The ground gave way and no craft was strong enough to contain my drift. It is by struggling against the indomitable ferocity of vastness that I try to survive now. Alone, pushing big gestures in the hope to hang onto life. And yet I only succeeded in grabbing a broken cord, pitifully torn from its lifelong twin. I saw it as a costly adornment, today it is a massive chain and I sink with it. No howl manages to break this silence in the midst of the tumult.
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Nov 18, 2021
Nov 18, 2021 at 8:32 PM UTC
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Knowing all the pain with which I am cruelly struck, I cannot bring myself to suffer under the blows of another. It seems unthinkable to voluntarily let a second thief enter my bowels. I still feel the vile scars that have been so savagely inflicted on me. My body, branded with a hot iron, begs to be coveted again. A lout has taken possession of my incandescent glow. A meager fire now flickers at the slightest quiver. It is according to the tears that the last shine of my happy days dies. I have only ceased to love, without paying any real attention to childish escapades. Blind, that's how I lost my footing. The ground gave way and no craft was strong enough to contain my drift. It is by struggling against the indomitable ferocity of vastness that I try to survive now. Alone, pushing big gestures in the hope to hang onto life. And yet I only succeeded in grabbing a broken cord, pitifully torn from its lifelong twin. I saw it as a costly adornment, today it is a massive chain and I sink with it. No howl manages to break this silence in the midst of the tumult.
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20/F/Trois-Rivières
Nov 18, 2021
Nov 18, 2021 at 8:32 PM UTC
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