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I am

my own worst critic.

Flay me if you like

but no one can cut deeper

than my broken fingernails,

no one can spill more blood,

fill a crimson sea

with a gushing river,

than the starving beast beneath

and no one can reduce me

to the barest of nothingness

without the breath

of a single thought.

- Harshness breeds within and the seeds were planted by me

[haleyincarnate]

A Final Plea by @endlesswordsonapage

[charliewykes]

praise-worthy propaganda

A brave New world Of uncertain Sources. Providing Us with Questionable Perspectives For discerning The truth in Reality’s Projection

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Like whispers

in the dark,

I clutch tight

to the thought of you

lingering,

inside my heart.

- When absence pulses

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Our minds

are filled with silence,

whilst our hearts

scream, with want.

No sounds

fall

from our tongues

yet,

our eyes never fail

to meet

across the distance,

singing

our unspoken thoughts.

So steadfast

are we

in our denial,

so stubborn

are we

in our struggle,

to hold onto

what we know.

Even whilst

yearning

weighs,

each and every breath,

whilst desire

floods

through our veins.

Still,

we try to quiet

the lingering fire

that begs to

burn

through

our very souls.

- With a love like this

Inspired by Anthony & Kate Bridgerton.

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A spiral

is the path

that I’ve become used to,

twisting

down,

down,

down,

into a darkness

that continues

to welcome me home.

Just as I think

I’ve finally

reached my freedom,

the hands of hell

rise from their resting place,

fingers latching,

to drag me back under

to a place I know too well,

a place where

defeat is no longer an enemy

but a close and trusted friend,

a place where

normality

is defined by depths of sadness

and hope is a figment,

a long-forgotten myth.

Time moves differently here,

it’s a box of isolation

contained within the

confines of a body

that has lost its reason to function.

Just being is the only purpose,

being and breathing,

but sometimes,

even that

becomes too difficult,

sometimes,

the pull

of temptation

is much too inviting,

in its want

to just

let

go.

- Deja Vu

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But I breathed

fire

yesterday

and today,

I’m encased in ice.

When will this

stillness

evade me,

so that I can

get back

to chasing life?

- Reoccurrence

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We are,

reflections in a mirror

rippling,

against the tides

of our yesterday.

- Soul Twin