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i might tear these sheets before the end of this.
another crunched up outpouring of unspoken emotions.
just words, really.
what meanings do they hold? i forget them.
so, they never unfold.
yes, they abandon me, leaving a simple shell of a mentally disturbed woman.
but “she’s already skeletal,” much like my diaries. bare bones slathered in ink.
but oh? some quondam memories, i do recall.
if i zoom in with serpent eyes, and feel the crevices of margin lines..
a faintness of graphite, perfectly sketched.
like the unboxing of something dead, this moment brought back an aftertaste.
it’s getting stronger.
deciding i can read no longer, i realize that some pages stick around… i simply chose instead, to erase.
another crunched up outpouring of unspoken emotions.
just words, really.
what meanings do they hold? i forget them.
so, they never unfold.
yes, they abandon me, leaving a simple shell of a mentally disturbed woman.
but “she’s already skeletal,” much like my diaries. bare bones slathered in ink.
but oh? some quondam memories, i do recall.
if i zoom in with serpent eyes, and feel the crevices of margin lines..
a faintness of graphite, perfectly sketched.
like the unboxing of something dead, this moment brought back an aftertaste.
it’s getting stronger.
deciding i can read no longer, i realize that some pages stick around… i simply chose instead, to erase.
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