There is deep within the dark woods of my home. There is something in my life that consumes all the that made me think about a man. There something that hurts me I try t grow anything. I watch it die before I eyes. It takes me and consumes the mere thought of happiness.
From the dusty hills of time. I return to the home of home. tired and misused. It is some thing for everything that destroys even the air that I there is something that I feel. It is cold and rough.
It is not just something I talk about but something that I meditate upon. I feel that it hurts me. Not it a way that people say oh I am hurt but in a way that totally fucking destroys me.
It is not something that I say I am in pain as a writer as a person. I feel pain.
It is something that I see often,
I feel love for the thing that I do. I hear sounds that are new to me. Things that I have not seen or felt before. Things that can not be put into words. There is some thing that would that would make me feel taken with the world. In a way that I did not happen before..
There are things that I feel in a way that is something that I feel something that makes me laugh in a manner. A manner a specific manner that makes me feel like I am like everyone else. it is like the sound of a voice no one can make away. It is this voice that make me who I am and I can never, never change that.
I feel like that is something that is my self. I saw a scorpian once, It was in my bedroom. It is something that hurts me. However someone saved me from it. I saw death once. No vision was sweeter. I saw life once there way nothing more beautiful.
I can not get over all of the things that I have learnt since I have been home. i am not the woman who hurts anyone or anything. I am life in all my forms and I preach love.
I am not something, I am someone, somebody who takes life.
I love truth. I adore truth. I respect truth those are my ethics.
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