Desolation
An audience of Nil is who hears my cries. How gothic is that ?
Some days i dream of being heard.. Others i pray with all my little black bleeding heart that no one has noticed me or my maladies. 33rd it is now the year of metamorphose i drag my feet. I am growing older and change is frightening to me. over and over i chide myself for being so cowardly .. were it a man who threatened the things i want i would crush him totally, thoroughly, and completely. it's not a man is it? it's not another person at all it's me and my petty worries and woes. my steps carry more weight now change will effect them more so than before because all we have is us even if they would kill to be chained to anyone but me.
funny to adore them and have her despise me ....
fate of things i suppose
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