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The Abyss
Published 8th Apr 2018
| Edited 27th Aug 2020
Author's Note
Reading this triggered thoughts: “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” by Anais Nin
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8th Apr 2018 9:57pm
Anonymous
9th Apr 2018 2:03pm
It dies a thousand little deaths of neglect, doesn't it? You have such a gift for expressing truth in all its brutal reality. The avenues your mind moves along are deep and lit by the brilliant light of your insight and your understanding. Another beautiful piece
...Willow
...Willow
9th Apr 2018 6:53pm
Love your comments, Willow. Thank you :) I tried... I think I should set aside time, even if once a week, to check in on my feelings, and perhaps allow what I feel to flow.
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12th Apr 2018 11:42pm
I don't believe love ever dies. I think it gets redirected in a new direction.
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7th Sep 2020 3:09am
To have someone so in your heart, and yet...... To need their love and they are not there. You wonder how they have loved you so and leave you so broken now. You can’t leave the darkness because part of you still believes. This is such a heartfelt poem.
Thank you for the write.
Thank you for the write.
7th Sep 2020 6:16am
Thank you so much for your comment. It was a such a dark time. I'm so glad my heart eventually stepped into the light and stopped beating for that mediocre love.
