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Metanoia
Crashing just before the third and fourth shattering
sound, growing pale dying an inch away from your
feet; I snorted solipsist lines to feel mystical and not
’mythological in your eyes.
Now, I can't endure sunlight, it only makes me feel
empty, accentuating all that is broken, diseased, and
conditioned. I held so much weight inside my mouth.
You let me die a hollowed soul that was born then
annihilated from yours.
You failed me.
Published 24th Dec 2016
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