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Advent Feb 8
I know very well that I could escape the sorrow of leaving. But right at this moment, I’m choosing not to.

I wanna let it flow all through me like poison that will slowly **** me. I wanna breathe the fire in her lungs. I wanna scrape all the good memories and let the bad ones break me.

I think I know now what I deserve―and the ones I don’t.

‘‘To here”, she said.
“I know, I’m sorry”, I replied.

Shards of pain were visible through her eyes. She easily dismantled and I had no right to pick up her lone pieces. I caused pain and never its absence.

But maybe someday I could try.
When both our hearts are free.



―a.t.
➽➽➽➽➽➽➽➽➽ VOMITING FOR PEACE, FREEDOM & JUSTICE, farting for economic prosperity, ******* for drought-relief...Water is collected, not harvested. [“She was a girl from Birmingham. She just had an abortion. She was a case of insanity. Her name was Pauline. She lived in a tree." ~ “Bodies” by the *** Pistols]
VOMITING FOR PEACE, FREEDOM & JUSTICE, farting for economic prosperity, ******* for drought-relief...Water is collected, not harvested. [“She was a girl from Birmingham. She just had an abortion. She was a case of insanity. Her name was Pauline. She lived in a tree.
~ “Bodies” by the *** Pistols]

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