WALKWITHLUNE
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Category: Writing
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Would anyone miss me if I were to disappear?Or would I at least kiss their thoughts and memories,Like a ghost I’m bound to be.Would I be the person to pull their heartfelt strings, or tug on the wires of their brain?I’d be washed up in time.An old folklore or distant rhyme. We can bond over…
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I stumbled at first. The next thing I knew, I was plummeting, spiraling, into an abyss I was sure knew no bounds. Knew no end. No mercy. Ive managed to grasp onto something.A small string, vibrant red. A tether to life. Is this what hope feels like?
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I’ve pricked my fingers a thousand times Trying to pick up pieces of myself that I gave; Pieces others left behind. -Shattered remnants of an individual slowly building themselves back up. I’ll flourish eventually.
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Your apologies are droning on you’d think I’d have learned this tune by now. I’m tired of the sound.
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What weighs me down is all the gray. That’s what keeps me up at night.
WALKWITHLUNE 