Erasure-
History is rife with it.
My life-
A footnote in the pages of a dying empire.
There is no freedom without martyrdom.
No civilization without some sort of brutality.
I never understood why people clung so hard to an identity;
I think they don't think they'd survive the transformation.
My butterfly soul
Knows the agony of the chrysalis,
But I made it.
It's so freeing to be on the other side.
I promise you can make it too.
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 6:29 PM UTC
Erasure-
History is rife with it.
My life-
A footnote in the pages of a dying empire.
There is no freedom without martyrdom.
No civilization without some sort of brutality.
I never understood why people clung so hard to an identity;
I think they don't think they'd survive the transformation.
My butterfly soul
Knows the agony of the chrysalis,
But I made it.
It's so freeing to be on the other side.
I promise you can make it too.
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