I read a book about it...

Without me, I know exactly who I'd be. How haunting!

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Open Source Look to Translations from within ess Shadow Realms Inquiry of Cosmic Sorrows, clipped for Astral Aesthetical Appeal.

키를 거머쥔 주인공은 나 + Bulleonaen nae ujureul bwa bwa, Supernova! 난 나비가 될 애송이 Who’s got the key? Main character, that’s me Watch this universe I’ve brought out / Every one of my cells are created from stars / Meeting you inside infinity - I’ll be a butterfly

----- ----- ----- ------ IAMAS VASTAS SPACEIS WIDE ᴘʟᴀʏ ɴᴇxᴛ : 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗦𝗰𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗙𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹 .ılılılllıılılıllllıılılllıllı. 0:24 ─●──────── -1:13:26 ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

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  forced to stay underwater, you learned to feel sufficed in seeing only the sky's shifting storylines within the seasons... never quite sinking to the bottom, yet never seen by ships either, your body remained held in the gentle darkness, maturing into a cold tinted blue

  icicles formed into you, pulling you deeper down, until you hit the rocks, immediately being shocked by feeling the touch of anything but water at your fingertips

  wrapped into the winding wind of all the emotions you never felt, you propelled yourself out of the depths, to find the sun awaiting your return

  every day you attempt to reach for the fire, to create the fire, to become the fire, and every day you fight the haunting blue memories of cold deserted safety. tired by the water you cough up at night, that never seems to fully be drenched from your bones. tired of the weight that the knowing of the cold emptiness pulls on your soul.

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I wonder how many people will find me perfect as I already am… I wonder where they are right now, what they’re doing, who they’re going through. Maybe they’re currently living a story that they’ll tell me about once we connect. I wonder how deeply my love for them will flow, I wonder how soon that I’ll know their heart is gold. I wonder how they’ll feel when they see mine is a red diamond, I wonder what unexpected reactions they could have to my multi colored tears. I wonder what sorts of unexplored ideas will grow in our shared mind. I wonder what beauty we will share in each others stares upon a universe blessing each other with flowered life beyond space.

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I waited for you, until those fake flowers we played in wilted into a pale memory of the time we spent together. I waited for you, until I found myself stepping away from the girl that missed you. I waited for you, until I didn't know how to anymore. Until I found myself missing me more than you. I'll still cry about you, I think I always will - But it's not because I miss you. It's because I'll never be the person I was with you again. It's because you will always hold a piece of me hostage, and I can't ever get her out, back into me. I never belonged with you, but there I am anyway.

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Being detached. Sometimes I have these beautiful moments, a secret between me and the stars, where I feel so disconnected from Earth. This is the version of me who is truly touching home. No heart to drown me down, no trick items to taunt me, no eyes to veil me, no dirt to suffocate me, I am a part of the celestial callings that float within me, finally fully free. Like all love story’s, it ends too soon, and to chase after it only detracts it, the more I run, the more I fall.

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Constantly alone stitching up my own heart all night, only losing more blood because I never quite get it tight enough to stop it from coming undone at next day. I take this for granted because I hate this skill.

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I am tired of what's mine. Take it from me, the trusts in one another paid for by our loneliness to gut out the sorrows of yesterdays tomorrow, rained into it all, again and again.

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I thought I had made it all up, until I hear how you talk to the grand kids. In relief and horror, my memories are validated. In relief and horror, I've also come to see how you were only ever who you were meant to be. In a commitment that's near religious in honor, I vow to do everything I can, to not treat them the way you treated me. To be more myself than you ever allowed any of us to be.

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I do it all the time, in await of what is twined. I will push you away, a my form of begging you to stay. I will lock the doors, to inspect what of my keys you've been collecting. I will step out of the picture, to notice if you put your camera down. I will ghost our lands, anticipating your rechecks. I will stop showing up, to see who you turn around to. To find whoever is divine enough to let me replay my lost time until its no longer mine.

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The one's we love have a way of reviving hearts of those we cannot love anymore, a soft translation of what is out of reach in material but eternal in memory

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What of me has been killed, or lays dying now? Curiosity is key - and if one has been leading a half-dead life, the answers to these questions are very likely to come up with blood on them.

Women Who Run With The Wolves, Clarissa Estes

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Focused on clipping her wings with a new born angel, you forgot that the weight of her blood on your hands would drag you down to the same hell.

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Fluent in the languages of dreams, passion, and poetry. She is the source, the light, the night, the dark, and the daybreak.

Women Who Run With The Wolves, Clarissa Estes

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Rather than chairs and tables, I preferred the ground, tree, and caves, for in those places I felt I could lean against the cheek of God.

Women Who Run With The Wolves, Clarissa Estes