Scribbled Thoughts

(Had a good day for inspiration it seems).

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19:30

Standing against

the test of

time, feeling

my structure

stretched thin

and begin to

crumble.

Witnessing life

begin and

end, people

mourn and

forget.

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19:31

A growth is

festering on

me, becoming

a part of my

being as it

sucks away

my life.

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19:32

Prep bench

of isolation,

for all

your training

needs.

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19:33

Patched-up

pain ripped

open and

exposed,

the sting

more deadly

the second

time in

view.

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19:34

Experiences that

shaped me

you will

never see.

Moments that

define…

(Still working on this one)

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19:35

Secrets and

confessions,

intrigue and

nerves.

Is this the

big exploration?

Or does it

continue

onwards?

Break your

shackles,

lift your

suppression…

But will your

freedom be

the end

of me?

19:25

The almighty

troll,

hiding in

the zeroes

and ones.

Their weapon

a deadly

keyboard,

and words

the whole

world can see.

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19:26

Staring at a

source of

warmth

with eyes

unseeing,

too busy

feeling the

bone-chilling

cold to

register

the answer

before you.

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19:27

Spread thin

across the

surface,

nothing left

to fortify

my essence.

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19:28

The land of

moaning,

the plain of

indignation.

Echoes of

disappointment

and shouts

of protest.

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19:29

Tangled to

the point of

dependence,

the though

of separation

both terrifying

and

repulsive.

19:4

Descending into the

pit of despair,

sharp-edged rocks

encasing the walls,

digging into flesh

and tasting

life.

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19:5

Self-inflicted

isolation

haunted her

steps, year

after year.

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19:6

Misery produced

illumination,

revealing the

truth of nature.

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19:7

Happiness and joy

plagued by

guilt of the

sacrifice needed

for such

emotions.

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19:8

Frozen with

rejection

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19:9

Reaching out across

time,

hoping there’s still

a connection.

Is there enough?

Or will it be

severed and

forgotten?

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19:10

…the connection

to the person

I once was.

When dreams

were possible

and I was

blissfully naïve.

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19:11

Twitching skin

itching and restricting,

longing to claw

off and escape

into the

sky.

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19:12

How does it

feel to be

human?

I’m beginning to

forget.

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19:13

Choking to reach

the freedom of

movement,

to walk amongst

the crisp air

and breathe

peace into

your lungs.

A sigh and

contented smile

from nature,

to be part of

everything and

not trapped

behind

closed doors.