godessalthena
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2017 20 July :: 12.28am
leaden wights pulling down on the corners of my broken heart
i harden to an icy black cold
shut down drowning the right words to say
vacuucuous hollow hole deep inside
where once was something pink and full
what is the future when you can't find a voice
hiding behind medicine enveloping conciousness
mirrors reveal a strange mystery
left thrashing furiously against the endless depth
leviathan melancholy
swallows the world whole
creep
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