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#heamorrhage
Every day is a concussion,                 where I feel that my thoughts are suffering                     from blunt force trauma. Slumped within the confines                                      of self.. Blood vessels burst in a rainbow               of fluctuation and I think                                  was it all worth it. Should I have let that last thought                                                 haemorrhage. Instead of getting up again and again... Realising that after the first reaction I should have stayed down ,Succumbing to the                                                             eventuality.   That I could be what I wanted, what I thought                  I could become. I was like a flower, Dying before it blossomed..                           And all that was left                               was dead memories crushed before they could even show                                             there beauty.                 Now just wilted dreams becoming nightmares.
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Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 6:35 PM UTC
When My Day Never Blossomed