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bewitched.
you. you called yourself my friend? you spoke of me endlessly even before any of this. every word from your mouth fumbling over the next, grasping, gasping, for any sort of leverage, despondency, response. do you feel justified? is your heart swelling, beating with satisfaction? did a part of you warm, with your fingers tucked [...]
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This preemptive loss of transfiguration has left me cold again today
writhing for a chance at fashioning something
monumental.
My bones grow heavy, and I am stilled.
I’ve become more and more into this lethal misconception.
I’ve never been known to be fatal other than by choice.
I am growing weary of my reflection.
As I wait, as I hesitate, my vocation [...]
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Lo & behold, Deena is escaping the reaches of the interactive global community.
Please bear with her while she cuts herself off from her neighbouring aquaintainces in efforts to provide herself with an easier,
more comfortable life. How easily she does slip into this lie, it’s almost sacrilegious.
Ungodlyungodlyungodlyglslaofas. Spit.
Wait.
You’ll see her next, old and grey- still but, [...]
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