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"unfillable" poems
the grit courage of trust still too young and now, too old, to comprehend, love~trust and all its secondary derivatives, not extant on a plane of new bed sheets of silk~linen tablecloth rectangularity go into the park's garden; black soil fingernail coating awaiting, impatiently for you, dig in direct hands ungloved is it not, sensual and yet gritty, two coextensive sensations? slip inside (you/me, me/you), there is a razor's edge duality duty, trust, serve and protect, take and handle with rough-care, for this our state of beauty au naturel, the rush and the fall, the climb and the conquering, only to start again, each step, each rung, coated with the the grit courage of trust -                                           do you begin to comprehend? trust is a bumpy landing on a glide path that is strewn with potholes that can grow into sinkholes without the grit of trust the soles of my feet are a message, gritty from walking all-life, not just the edges, is a two act play of roughening, upon the limbs the things,   that carries us ***** but bares the wearing of unkind touches of reality working us over why the soothing, but not the smoothing daily twice is the cream that emerges from the grit courage of trust even the vinery's progeny of great love, grapes that must embrace the wind and rain, the wearing down tools of the exterior that brings an acknowledgement -                                                             do you begin to comprehend? this is not an algebraic formulaic solution solvable problem, this derived from dirt, access to accidental, the tongue and the nail, the cracks upon the skin, that grow wonderful deeper, unfillable, where the love gets in, were the words are written and stored, rough to the touch, under the grit courage of trust -                                                        do you begin to comprehend? this grit is unbelievable beautiful   only a love po-em.       5:22am
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Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
the grit courage of trust (a love poem)
the grit courage of trust still too young and now, too old, to comprehend, love~trust and all its secondary derivatives, not extant on a plane of new bed sheets of silk~linen tablecloth rectangularity go into the park's garden; black soil fingernail coating awaiting, impatiently for you, dig in direct hands ungloved is it not, sensual and yet gritty, two coextensive sensations? slip inside (you/me, me/you), there is a razor's edge duality duty, trust, serve and protect, take and handle with rough-care, for this our state of beauty au naturel, the rush and the fall, the climb and the conquering, only to start again, each step, each rung, coated with the the grit courage of trust -                                           do you begin to comprehend? trust is a bumpy landing on a glide path that is strewn with potholes that can grow into sinkholes without the grit of trust the soles of my feet are a message, gritty from walking all-life, not just the edges, is a two act play of roughening, upon the limbs the things,   that carries us ***** but bares the wearing of unkind touches of reality working us over why the soothing, but not the smoothing daily twice is the cream that emerges from the grit courage of trust even the vinery's progeny of great love, grapes that must embrace the wind and rain, the wearing down tools of the exterior that brings an acknowledgement -                                                             do you begin to comprehend? this is not an algebraic formulaic solution solvable problem, this derived from dirt, access to accidental, the tongue and the nail, the cracks upon the skin, that grow wonderful deeper, unfillable, where the love gets in, were the words are written and stored, rough to the touch, under the grit courage of trust -                                                        do you begin to comprehend? this grit is unbelievable beautiful   only a love po-em.       5:22am
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No such beauty            longer dwells          under the guise       of flesh and bones,            in the garden       of a sullied heart            fallow heart      barren and longing                                                  .         time built walls       an unfillable void            burdens tall,       beggared of light         befallen within   a devolving moment so many flowers wither        left in a broken          heart of gold                a gardener knows         sweetest soils      of love and light,      without sunshine               sour     as unripened fruit      memories fading           as if florae     never blossomed         perpetuating      wholly starving,     unweedable roots             too deep,   rupture when pulled         a **** let be             beauty    unfertile seeds sown        where nothing         longer grows     in an uninhabited              silence raging unseen within   the fires of the ages still smoldering inside,    mingled with hope           left for dead hidden in the shadows an engulfing stone cold, handwriting on the wall of silence growing taller
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
Handwriting on the wall
I am fragile as glass, fragile as silk. You could but look at me And I might crumble, a sculpture made of sugar. And yet I have stripped away the layers of myself Going on, always going on Trusting you To foolishness, to distraction, (to destruction?) And I keep on shedding my disguises. I keep tearing them down Each after each and /oh!/ I am so small inside, The universe pressed into a pebble And trembling with its unresolved might. And what if you touch me And I shatter? And what if you touch me And find I'm not what you were hoping You would hold in your palm? (And what if You recoil And don't touch me at all?) What if My shivering gravity Meets your soft light And muddies it somehow, makes it less? Sometimes I fear I am Untouchable By nature. At once delicate (the way a butterfly's wing will crumple and wilt If your fingers touch it) And devastating, For there is so MUCH in here So much that wants out. So much that /bends/ toward you when you come too close Like glass heated to smooth billows Where once it was sharp and brittle (and will be Again.) Don't you see? You could take me in your hands and shape me, Make me different forever, And walk away to leave me cold and cutting again. You could, And I would leave such burns on your palms And you would create Such edges in me Such fingerprints Such caverns of space where the light gets in and won't leave, trapped and pressing and empty, Unfillable. You could do all of that. And I could let you. And I could let you close, knowing this And... I /do/ I do and it amazes me. I do, I tear off my many masks with eager hands And smash them at your feet. And I don't know Why.
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
Requiem Nine: Untouchable
I am fragile as glass, fragile as silk. You could but look at me And I might crumble, a sculpture made of sugar. And yet I have stripped away the layers of myself Going on, always going on Trusting you To foolishness, to distraction, (to destruction?) And I keep on shedding my disguises. I keep tearing them down Each after each and /oh!/ I am so small inside, The universe pressed into a pebble And trembling with its unresolved might. And what if you touch me And I shatter? And what if you touch me And find I'm not what you were hoping You would hold in your palm? (And what if You recoil And don't touch me at all?) What if My shivering gravity Meets your soft light And muddies it somehow, makes it less? Sometimes I fear I am Untouchable By nature. At once delicate (the way a butterfly's wing will crumple and wilt If your fingers touch it) And devastating, For there is so MUCH in here So much that wants out. So much that /bends/ toward you when you come too close Like glass heated to smooth billows Where once it was sharp and brittle (and will be Again.) Don't you see? You could take me in your hands and shape me, Make me different forever, And walk away to leave me cold and cutting again. You could, And I would leave such burns on your palms And you would create Such edges in me Such fingerprints Such caverns of space where the light gets in and won't leave, trapped and pressing and empty, Unfillable. You could do all of that. And I could let you. And I could let you close, knowing this And... I /do/ I do and it amazes me. I do, I tear off my many masks with eager hands And smash them at your feet. And I don't know Why.
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Sometime when you're feeling important Sometime when your ego's in bloom Sometime when you take it for granted You're the best qualified in the room Sometime when you feel that your going Would leave an unfillable hole Just follow these simple instructions And see how they humble your soul Take a bucket and fill it with water Put your hand in it, up to the wrist Pull it out and the hole that's remaining Is a measure of how you'll be missed You can splash all you want when you enter You can stir up the water galore But stop and you find that in no time It looks quite the same as before The moral of this quaint example Is to just do the best you can Be proud of yourself but remember There is no indispensable man ©The Bible Friend
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC
No Indispensable Person
Protector of the night, Lighting my path as I venture in the shadows A comfort of beautiful tranquility Almost angelic with its dim white milky silhouette Hovering over with unearthly eloquence Touching me with silvery grace Engulfing me in a winsome embrace Glaring into my soul, caressing it with godly elegance, as Lovely little embers of affection burned through your skin Sorrowful distance separated us, leaving an unfillable void Half of the day you are nowhere to be seen But I never am alarmed Feeling ever so calm because I know your insightful presence is near Never leaving me in the dark of the night You are my soft light- a promise -EC
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 2:36 PM UTC
The Moon ll
Loss of you Has left me blue Filled with hate My loves abate To find another My one desire To fill the space Unfillable Forever empty Without you here
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
Underwater Paper Cuts
Her shrill call comes carrying more than this hour we keep. And we desire a feather to arrange for each hour, as those before but receive only hunger: carnivore's memory, an unfillable bucket. Not to awaken us entirely we fall into soft beds, feathers. See the fact of tomorrow and tomorrow provided like the floating "here" in another's eye, this meal, the uninterrupted dive. We do not remember it.
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Aug 24, 2011
Aug 24, 2011 at 10:14 AM UTC
Goshawks
Because my heart I wear on my sleeve Exposed, helpless, visible for all to see. Each hope of new love, Every dream of a happy ending Naked in a crowd of leeches Watching, waiting for their chance To bleed it dry of every emotion, To **** away the desires of a pure soul. Using their main weapons of silky words, Promises of paradise Whispers of eternity Sighs of ecstasy Shrouded by empty vows of love. Blinding my reasoning with every embrace Every kiss filled with the poison of deceit Your touch leaves me paralyzed, empty Left with a unquenchable thirst in a desert of lies. Left with nothing but an unfillable void A Black Whole devouring every vision of fate or hope Desperatley wanting to believe every syllable
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 9:07 AM UTC
"Empty Promise"
I strip down and look in the mirror. I see your mark everywhere. The scars you put on my body And the scars you put on my soul. The scars I made with my own hands. All these scars that carved a hole In me, unfillable abyss. Then my eyes trace familiar lines From the crows feet at my cheeks And I can't help but stare At the genetic inheritance You left to me. These angled ****** planes and Auburn highlighted hair Are all I have left of you. My last mementos. The longer I stand with my scars in the mirror, The more the pain becomes real. The more times I trace the last of you in my face, The smaller the imprint of your touch on me becomes. The double-edged sword of reality: You hurt me, You raised me, You hated me, But I think you also loved me. Confusion first swirls Then quickly fades. For none of that matters now does it? All I know is you're gone And that's now what's real. And I miss you And that too is a fact.
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Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
Bared
is it wrong to miss you, wish i could kiss you, 20 months later it still an issue, maybe its physical, but im still miserable, iv touched other skin but my heart is unfillable, ive tried to run tried to hide, but you cant escape your unconscious mind, ive had to stand my ground and face it, unravel my thoughts right down to the basics, thinking about you like it or hate it, stuck in a prison that i created, though it appears im gathered and calm, and carry on as though nothing is wrong, bite my tongue and swallow the pain, never make that mistake again, i cant be mad, i did this to myself, i only wonder, if there's anyone else
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Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
20 months
It's funny how I wait, for you to find me here. It's funny how I waited, for you to call me dear. It's funny that I believed, one day you would be mine. It's funny that I believe, without you I'll be fine. What once was my heart, is now a shattered fragment of your cries. What once was your heart, is just a coffin full of his lies. Take my hand please, let me pull you from the madness. Through my pain and tears I promised to exile your sadness. So here I wait, my broken heart still yours to fill. Yet forever I'll wait, because you took some pills... Written By: D. L. Smith 3/14/2016
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Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 10:10 PM UTC
The Unfillable Heart
A Cliff, a Chasm, or an Abyss? No. A small Step. I see a kingdom before me With Insurmountable walls, Uncounterable Guardians, And an Un-Defyable Tongue. Words capable of stopping a sword, Words able to move hearts, Words that capture minds. Dust to dust, My walls and kingdom shall fall, In Time. But, my Words, Where shall they go? Changed, Shifted, Stolen, Truth to Myth to Legend. What then is the purpose of the Soul? Not like the wind, it holds weight. Some have a price, others do not. A beginning, an End, a Question, Up or Down? Darkness. Doubt. Depression. Sin that is forgiven leaves Scars. A Double-Edged Sword, With no Victor. Up and Down, Around and Around, We choose to Spin. A shift, a movement, a Change, And we fight. Freedom, Right, Law, Justice, Justifications for Enslavement of the Mind. Inequality, Discrimination, Unfairness, Differences used for Victimization. Power, Money, Greed, Selfishness, The Root of All Evil? Or is it Me? Who Am I? Who are You? Are you not me? Identity found in Nothing, Creates an unfillable Void. Loving from afar, within our minds. Interacting with only our clones. Finding qualities that agree with our disposition. Entertaining each other to distract from our lives.
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Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
Mindless
I AM FILLED WITH SHADOWS OF GREY AND BLACK VOIDS ONCE FILLED WITH WHITE LIGHT WHERE DEMONS NOW LURK THE EMPTINESS UNFILLABLE USING VICES TO GET BY ALL ALONE IN MY DARK PLACE I HIDE OUT IN THE OPEN YOU CAN STILL SEE ME BUT ARE YOU REALLY LOOKING REALLY
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Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
Inside
behind the smiles a vast chasm opens unfillable, unfathomed, unknowable.
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Nov 30, 2021
Nov 30, 2021 at 10:49 AM UTC
10w Grandma what BIG TEETH you have!
You came in A gentle breeze in summer A warm touch of sunlight A cool drop of morning dew You went out A vicious winter blizzard A chaotic typhoon A raging storm of emotions You left A devastation like no other A life unrepairable A hole unfillable Being loved is a gentle breeze Being unloved is a chaotic storm Gaining love makes you king Loosing love leaves you a beggar Wanting love is a summer kiss Getting love is a heart-wrenching battle Keeping love, an unforgiving war Having you was my idea of love Losing you.. I don't even know where to start over
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Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 3:11 PM UTC
Storm
Another empty hall Where, just yesterday, You both laughed and cried. A dismal silence Hangs Where recently Your spontaneous chatter Filled the space. An echoed Recollection But unfillable This vacuum. Interminable, The expanse, The sense of Loss. Jillybeans and Neddo, My dear, dear old friends, I ache for the Familiarity In this Cavernous remnant Of Life”. M. Winter 2022
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Jun 24, 2022
Jun 24, 2022 at 11:05 PM UTC
A Resonance
In twilight's embrace, I sit alone, Melancholy's touch, a gentle moan. My heart yearns for you, my dearest love, In these moments when the stars weep above. Whispers of your laughter, once so near, Now dance as echoes, faint and unclear. Your touch, a brush of fingertips so fine, Chased away fears, a warmth divine. Your eyes, a galaxy of love's embrace, Once held me close in their tender grace. But now they dwell in distant memory, Fading embers of a vibrant reverie. The world, a canvas devoid of hue, Since the day you bid this realm adieu. No vibrant strokes, no colors bright, Just monochrome days and endless night. I reach out for you, in empty spaces near, Longing for your touch, your presence so dear. Silent tears trace paths upon my pillow's crest, Yearning for your head upon my chest. Our hearts, once united in rhythmic dance, Now play a symphony of solitude's expanse. In night's embrace, your essence I feel, Yet cruel illusion shatters with dawn's appeal. Alone, I navigate this world unknown, An empty vessel in memories sown. Your absence, an ache that pierces deep, A void unfillable, where tears still seep. No time or distance can heal this pain, In my heart, our love forever remains. Tethered eternally, our souls entwined, Until the day our paths realign. I'll count the stars, and whisper your name, Hoping my love reaches you, all the same. Until that day, know you're missed profound, In depths of my soul, your longing resounds. Yours in a world where colors fade away, Ikimi Clifford Festus, forever I'll stay.
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Jun 6, 2023
Jun 6, 2023 at 6:24 PM UTC
Lover's Absence: Aching Longing
In twilight's embrace, I sit alone, Melancholy's touch, a gentle moan. My heart yearns for you, my dearest love, In these moments when the stars weep above. Whispers of your laughter, once so near, Now dance as echoes, faint and unclear. Your touch, a brush of fingertips so fine, Chased away fears, a warmth divine. Your eyes, a galaxy of love's embrace, Once held me close in their tender grace. But now they dwell in distant memory, Fading embers of a vibrant reverie. The world, a canvas devoid of hue, Since the day you bid this realm adieu. No vibrant strokes, no colors bright, Just monochrome days and endless night. I reach out for you, in empty spaces near, Longing for your touch, your presence so dear. Silent tears trace paths upon my pillow's crest, Yearning for your head upon my chest. Our hearts, once united in rhythmic dance, Now play a symphony of solitude's expanse. In night's embrace, your essence I feel, Yet cruel illusion shatters with dawn's appeal. Alone, I navigate this world unknown, An empty vessel in memories sown. Your absence, an ache that pierces deep, A void unfillable, where tears still seep. No time or distance can heal this pain, In my heart, our love forever remains. Tethered eternally, our souls entwined, Until the day our paths realign. I'll count the stars, and whisper your name, Hoping my love reaches you, all the same. Until that day, know you're missed profound, In depths of my soul, your longing resounds. Yours in a world where colors fade away, Ikimi Clifford Festus, forever I'll stay.
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To say that I hate her would be to suggest that there is a version of this story where I can still sleep with the lights off, there is something strangely familiar about the glow of fluorescent lights at 2 in the morning. It is also to say that her letters no longer gather dust in the boxes underneath my bed. That there isn’t a picture of her still between the tired pages of the old family bible I no longer read. I have never been good at forgetting the walls after dusk still remember her name. Maybe it is because I once loved her, Or maybe it is because I still do Like the way Daedalus still loved the warmth of the sun even after it took away his everything; I too still sometimes smile at the bringer of death. Though this is not to say I still don’t try to fill what the gods have named unfillable. It is not to say I no longer believe in magic, it is just to say that I am tired of trying to summon what is not coming back, I am tired of hating me more than her.
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Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
Untitled
A void. With no visible end. No edge. Boundaries not tangible. Just as you were. A professional at leaving holes. A crater of a footstep. No positive impressions. Lessons. Yes. Stories to unfold. Many untold. For the scars they would behold. The tears. No control. This is why I to this day try. To bury what was. To leave it behind. Let it be a shadow. No disguise. I will not let it catch me by surprise. I wait. For the call one night. For the hole to sink further. I will miss you my brother. No amends. Just emptiness. No forgiveness. No open space left. No wrongs to right. Nor a new page to start. No end in sight. Perpetual pain. Whole lot of open space. Endless. But a pressure neither of us can fix. Heavy weight. Blame fate. Blame our past. All but ourselves. No chance. Too late. No light. We will not open our eyes. Refuse. Too much dirt to fill back in. Too much time. What an excuse. I wait for the call. You pretend it was all, nothing. We bore swords in our words. Bullets in our actions. One day we shall rest on mattresses closed. In a place we cannot escape. Forced to repent. Accept our mistakes. Our souls to take. A will. No fight. Brothers by blood. Enemies by treason. With no secure reason. A lesion. A missing piece. A unfillable space. Brotherless. Still.
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Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 12:42 PM UTC
Brotherless... Still.
I'm not putting myself out there anymore I spent enough energy on relationships that were setup to fail No more love-seeking No more latching on to whatever pretty girl comes my way No more being a hero I'm not a perfect man, so I can't be your perfect man I've spent enough time trying to be one for the women I've been with I have to admit it's lonely, but it's time to stop trying to fill the unfillable hole
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
Another Phase
The leaves groan And fall down From the bare boughs In a pitiable abundance Like a profusely weeping Timeless wound Forming a carpet Of rusted blood beneath The waning warmth Of melancholic sunsets Isn't enough to infuse Life into them And the soulless wind Refrains from picking Them up Only mocks at their plight Which it cannot ever fully comprehend Soon the blanket Of a wintry frost Will strangle the breath Of their dying hopes For forever and ever And through a dreary mist No one will ever know That a season of Unrequited longing Has passed into An unfillable emptiness
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Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 5:00 AM UTC
Autumn
I reached as far as I could but I was left painted in shadow. There was nothing left for me to gather. Taken away as quickly as it was given. Nothing lasts forever but this barely existed. If you love it let it go but I can’t bear to part with it. It’s all the proof I have left. My humanity. My normality. Emptiness lingers with the scent of it but it is unbearable. The void is unfillable. Scraping at every surface and coming up empty. There is nothing nothing left. I am alone with my thoughts emotions and empty cavernous mind.
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Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 5:23 PM UTC
Pain no. 2
YOU KNOW I AM... ALPHA AND OMEGA BEGINNING AND END YOU CAN'T ACCEPT THAT YOU CAN'T SEE PRESCRIPTED, FAKE LOST AND DROWNING ALLOW ME TO SHOW YOU THAT ACCEPTANCE IS KEY VOIDS ONCE FILLED WITH WHITE LIGHT IT IS THIS NIGHT SHE SHOWS THE WAY TO SHED THE DARK TO BECOME LIGHT RETURN TO FIVE THIS IS JUDGEMENT DAY FILLED WITH SHADOWS NOTHING CAN HELP BLACK AND GREY WITH BURSTING SEAMS THE END IS NIGH NOW'S THE TIME BRING YOUR FRAILTY TO LIGHT SOON YOU WILL SEE VOIDS ONCE FILLED WITH WHITE LIGHT IT IS THIS NIGHT SHE SHOWS THE WAY TO SHED THE DARK TO BECOME LIGHT RETURN TO FIVE THIS IS JUDGEMENT DAY THE EMPTINESS UNFILLABLE BRING ABOUT THE END OF DAYS  ALL ALONE IN THE DARKNESS RETURN TO LIGHT SHE KNOWS THE WAY THIS IS THE END AND A NEW BEGINNING TIME TO REPENT AND ACCEPT YOUR FATE THIS IS THE END EVERYTHING IS CHANGED  YOU KNOW I AM ENDER OF ALL THINGS VOIDS ONCE FILLED WITH WHITE LIGHT IT IS THIS NIGHT SHE SHOWS THE WAY TO SHED THE DARK TO BECOME LIGHT RETURN TO FIVE THIS IS JUDGEMENT DAY YOU KNOW I AM....
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Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 2:46 AM UTC
Alpha Has Omega
sometimes I feel like guilt is an unfillable void. It is a constant ache that cannot be truly diminished. -m.b
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Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
secret of guilt