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All of my firsts, all of my beautiful memories, my sacred bonds have been cracked open, tainted, the ties have been cut, I am drifting, floating off, I have no anchor to drop. I have given away everything I can, and there is nothing left of me to offer but salt water pouring from my heart, trying to nourish this thicket weaving through my rib cage. My collar bones are shelves holding books and love songs that I can no longer listen to. My knees are rubbed raw, carpet burn from kneeling before a God that only called me a sinner, I have nothing left to offer. Palms facing upwards on the ends of outstretched arms, I have given away all that I can, I have siphoned the very blood from my veins, I am empty.
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
Nothing Left
All of my firsts, all of my beautiful memories, my sacred bonds have been cracked open, tainted, the ties have been cut, I am drifting, floating off, I have no anchor to drop. I have given away everything I can, and there is nothing left of me to offer but salt water pouring from my heart, trying to nourish this thicket weaving through my rib cage. My collar bones are shelves holding books and love songs that I can no longer listen to. My knees are rubbed raw, carpet burn from kneeling before a God that only called me a sinner, I have nothing left to offer. Palms facing upwards on the ends of outstretched arms, I have given away all that I can, I have siphoned the very blood from my veins, I am empty.
molly-hart
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
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