Walk. Leave. Marinate on the pilgrimage of the fuckery you created and disposed within my nest of nothing.
My love of something, I despise you and love you all together.
Could we be and disappear all at once.
Leave and stay when she allows because I never held.
I never kept.
I never was anything but jaded success.
Scatted highway.
Fluffed streets.
Left. Write. Left: right.
About the Creator
5enx
hurt spirit trying harder not to hurt spirits; by pouring into words meanings my actions can not humanize.
:creative therapy:
#unfuckingapenetratedheart
@the5enx
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