2 years ago10,000+ Views
Will you hear the violence in my voice, the sorrow echoing from my choice. Nothing solid, nothing void, simply something you avoid. I rage and tumble, searchig for your truth yet here I lay with nothing but my youth. Our youth. That we should've shared, unwilling to repair, remains impaired, left undeclared, in some hole, my hole: ensnared. You buried me, expecting me to bleed yet you forgot, I am only but a seed!
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@TheJoyfulWisdom The image of the ending is interesting...a seed bleeding it's roots to keep growing.
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