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lithely: Out-breath (the ghosts that followed me into the New Year).
As you are reading this, I am killing myself. Do not feign trepidation. I am taking a blade to my malignancy. You will not recognise me tomorrow.
There comes a time when every human must throw back their head and permit howls of sheer agony to burn the length of their throat. The spaces…
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thenighteverythingchanged said:
I bet you dear, that in the years you have inflicted pain, it’s possible you’ve shaken worlds. Oh Bonnie, if only you knew the force of beauty you are and capable of being. Maybe it’s as simple as perspective. You see pain but you do so much more…
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heremotionsickness said:
These are the kinds of thoughts the ocean helps me to forget. Come to think of it, that may be the reason I love it, why I miss it so strongly here were you have to go far to get to open water. It is so big, I am so small. Nothing means anything then
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fionchadd said:
This is beautifully written, but I’m very much hoping the first sentence is a metaphor?
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