Afraid to confront
so I allow blood to spill out;
I need an excuse
for nature,
for my nature
but I cannot lie
so I make it true,
the guilt floats away
like the birds of the tree.
I am not a tragic ending or a storm below the stirring Earth, I am not your empty vessel nor am I a glass of dirt. I have never been full...
Belonging is difficult and sometimes a battle on a field littered with bones. Those of us who never got a say in this destiny lay...
Fragments of myself fell off until I had lost them all, I had lost the soul until I was nothing but a performing shell- I had forgotten...
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