Dio against Mildred
Joined January 2018
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Searching | Living | Decaying
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Prologue | An Empty Rib Cage
The writing takes away from it, so I would learn. As countless vain scribbles-projections of directionless emotion-met page after page, I found my fingers reduced to quivering nubs, bleeding my story on paper that would forever be deaf to my thoughts as you were blind to my presence. So here I was.
By Dio against Mildred6 years ago in Poets