Sunday, November 15, 2020

FITN71

Dancing with the devil that I was, fighting for what will be. Riddled with guilt for all of my shortcomings in life. Try as I may, unable to give enough to invoke a change. Just isn’t enough to simply be me. 

The indifference each day cuts me, right to the bone. Undoing the strands of my heartstrings with the precision of a knife. Then pluck out the shards of a broken soul, emotions estranged. Begging for parley but compassion unknown.


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