Don’t mistake control for interest. This manipulation does not Make you special… distractions from Karmic lessons.
Black eyes are the same hues Of dying stars Neon darkness — begotten blight In denial, we proceed to name Unborn children “Sunlight”
How ironic it is to hear Your sound Reminding me how I wound up In this position to begin with. You had me upside down, Turned inside out Got me convinced Half truths are The closest to knowing you.
All that I’m sure of: successful warriors know how to submit to healing; surrender the trauma. Winter storms burn hottest.
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