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I'm deep intense blue and purple I'm screaming black. I want to fly away into the ground and lay oozing lavanders gray and faded blues I want to melt away I want to dissappear but that word is intense. Melt away is perfectly fine. One day I'll sprout into lovely whites and chromatic wonderlands. One day I'll heal. One day I'll be able to touch and feel you without thinking of her. But for now I can't. But for now I can't feel or hear or touch you. Her scent is poigent. And there isn't a need for apologies because your guilt speaks volumes yet it's muted because it never existed. Do not touch me and taint my colors. I dislike every piece of you. But I'll forgive you.
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I had asked him eariler what exactly he had meant and he said "foolish girl! It is me the one you created and thus this sin is bound to you!"
I was teleported to this realm where everything was blue and it felt filling in
my void which could never be filled by any means. I silently rocked back and forth when the sun rose south to my surprise I was okay.
A flower told me I was tripping on my inconcientcy I told the flower "silly flower, I made you, I'm already aware of my edges"
I continued down on the path when suddently I didn't exactly know where I was as I had dissapeared into my self for a brief momment or maybe an hour I don't know
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When I roam and float around the deepest corners of my subconscious I become aware of how serious my thoughts can be. These don't scare me and I don't flinch when it hurts. For my self awareness is exactly what fuels it more, casually bringing up I wouldn't kind such torment of a sort leaves people shocked but I don't think about it long enough, not that I could anyways. Eventually my eyes become so dry and I look and 5 minutes have passed. Another one huh? "I'll change then". These "goals" have been all that I consume
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HARLOT
5.10.17
Not an occult
Liar repeat offense
PROTECT cover it up PURE it was promised LOVE I am guaranteed
FATE COMES EVENTUALLY
IT COMES OUT
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Temperament and judgemention
Weeks past by upkeeping my lies
Not lies, not a lie if you never speak of it
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Forsythia
Adolescence growing into repeated rounds
didn’t deserve it, I needed it
Made a little mistake, broke the bounds
Made in place to forsake the sounds of repenting
I’m knocking on your door and you don’t answer
The door wasn’t yours it was the door I made myself
You’re not him
Wax dipped molded man is the one I know
Cut you out of it and worshiped the fake
But the voice was yours and you didn’t understand
how could someone be so forsaken
but me, I am me, I am myself
Never will I become someone else
I am ill, and I drink what I make for myself
I am aware the sun blinds my eyes and I consume it
Sinner I am, I am forgiven
Sinner you are, and bless you.
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