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old writing for shadow work
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In passing moments led astrayI wonder if you’re here to stayby fire at night and sleep by daywe wander upon our broken wayyoung in mind and old ..
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memories
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Could I?Could I get my s**t together?Could I keep a dime in my pocket?Could I?Could I get clean?Could I find a little bit of peace in my Hell?Could I?..
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I'm writing a piece of poetrybecause I've nothing else to doI haven't really written in a whilebut hopefully this will doyeah I'm being lazyand you mi..
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Silence, save for a a subtle ringnumbness, save for a remote pressureblindness, save for an obscured lightscentless, save for a far-off breaththe s..
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that all too familiar sinking, drowning;down,down,down;where lights fade,and muscles grow weak;the sound of your voice, an infuriating ring,I think;bu..
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keep hold of yourself
for a day will come when no sun shall rise
and the blood of the fallen will spill into the rivers
all will be erased and th..
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