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i sit in the center of an empty room and spill out everywhere all that i am slowly seeping down my side and painting the floor shades of maroon, amaranth and despair. i can't gather myself, i claw at myself in a frenzy trying to salvage what i can. a subtle anger emanates through my fingers, longing following suit. emotions stay with me, however. the good, but moreso the bad. they are what fuels this orchestra. they sit in their place reciting words i've heard spoken millions of times over. ones of joy sit prettily, but others roar over them with an unmatched power that leaves no choice but for the initial to cower to, plaguing me in the quiet stillness. over time i've learnt to let it flow freely. sure, i make an effort to contain it but it's fixed in its nature. as if my sole purpose is to drown in myself. there's a certain melancholy to its tale. this fate follows me through all my lives; a soul stamp. and so i stay sitting, losing track of how long ive been a puppet in this show. after all, i'm the only one that can see it.
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 10:24 AM UTC
for every piece that i keep, ten more escape me
i sit in the center of an empty room and spill out everywhere all that i am slowly seeping down my side and painting the floor shades of maroon, amaranth and despair. i can't gather myself, i claw at myself in a frenzy trying to salvage what i can. a subtle anger emanates through my fingers, longing following suit. emotions stay with me, however. the good, but moreso the bad. they are what fuels this orchestra. they sit in their place reciting words i've heard spoken millions of times over. ones of joy sit prettily, but others roar over them with an unmatched power that leaves no choice but for the initial to cower to, plaguing me in the quiet stillness. over time i've learnt to let it flow freely. sure, i make an effort to contain it but it's fixed in its nature. as if my sole purpose is to drown in myself. there's a certain melancholy to its tale. this fate follows me through all my lives; a soul stamp. and so i stay sitting, losing track of how long ive been a puppet in this show. after all, i'm the only one that can see it.
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 10:24 AM UTC
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