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What is the battle ground for this war to be waged?
Nowhere visible,
underneath is where it lies,
underneath the barrier of cloth blinding their ey..
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Love me naught,Embrace me but quick.
I’m drifting through,Once carefully woven fantasies, now
apocalyptic.
Give me a lie,Falsely spun hope..
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Listen.
Hear that?
Of course you don't, though in all actuality it's rather deafening;
the silence.
The silence that ensues upon hearing the chil..
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What is in a lie but truth remaining to be told?
Whatare intears but memories of a smile?
What does it mean to be lost butto yearnfor the hope of sa..
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Possibly triggering~
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Submission for a class I had. 1st Draft. Could use work...
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Possible trigger warning? I don't know Just rambling words I got down while typing...I couldn't sleep.
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Why floors?
Float, drifting is so much more enticing.
Why stop there?
Don’t go half way,
Of course it doesn’t absorb, nothing does, ..
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Spiraling/ spinning further and farther than ever before/ forgotten how shallow the pool/ misjudged how weak the two-inch glass/ separating fact from ..
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Something that popped into my head and wouldn't get out...needs music...
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