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annirok-blog · 5 years
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The Empath & Impostor
Can’t shake it, can’t clear it, can’t move forward.
Heavy on my back, twisting in my chest.
Knots of a tight rope, no comfort for the fall.
Try to fight it. Try to hide it. Try to deny it.
A hungry impostor, friendly dark.
A devil in disguise,taunting me to seek refuge in the familiar.
A hungry impostor, devouring the chemicals I lack.
A hungry impostor, a trickster.
Feeling okay, feeling light. Feeling worthy, Feeling warm.
I must’ve shaken it. I must be moving forward.
Put my needs last, my heart can handle.
Feeling full again, ready to love again.
A hungry impostor, a trickster.
Familiar fingers creeping up my spine.
Familiar darkness, greeting my light.
A battle I cannot win. A cycle I cannot defeat.
A hungry impostor, a trickster, my familiar friend.
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annirok-blog · 5 years
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Bottled
She has everything because of a soulless sun.
 Beaming with false prophecies. Her life unfulfilled, stuffed with empty fillers.
 Her belly full from the hand of greed.
Feeding her spoonfuls of what she thinks she needs. 
Her emptiness caught up with her in a torrential downpour of remorse. 
She bottles it tightly, in fear of seekers seeing her truth. 
She’s alone. She’s always been alone.
Her mask of dignity as shallow as her depths of joy.
 “I am only human!” she cries. No response echoes.
 For all seekers have their own bottles tightly filled and empty.
The only echoes we hear are our own.
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