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Seattle is a sad place This can be the space I hallow Courage found to hear my grief and face the life of hate I leave Belief enough to begin again Gaining newness Making friends with all this blueness Making time to let it go Showing doubt passion flows The moment that nostalgia knows passes by with bitterness A feeling grows and shakes my bones Bigger than any memory Will I learn when my guts churn there is no phantom enemy? I am not alone My body will always be my home Craving direction I follow the vulnerability of connection Sobbing Terrified to be seen in reflection I reach out and embrace rejection Accepting neglect of my better self, my soul ascends detection
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Mar 1, 2022
Mar 1, 2022 at 8:20 PM UTC
City of My Body
Seattle is a sad place This can be the space I hallow Courage found to hear my grief and face the life of hate I leave Belief enough to begin again Gaining newness Making friends with all this blueness Making time to let it go Showing doubt passion flows The moment that nostalgia knows passes by with bitterness A feeling grows and shakes my bones Bigger than any memory Will I learn when my guts churn there is no phantom enemy? I am not alone My body will always be my home Craving direction I follow the vulnerability of connection Sobbing Terrified to be seen in reflection I reach out and embrace rejection Accepting neglect of my better self, my soul ascends detection
#irony#false#redemption#spiritual#bypassing#indulgent
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Mar 1, 2022
Mar 1, 2022 at 8:20 PM UTC
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