Every time I write I leave behind a part of my soul
Put before the world outside of my control
Displayed in the open for others amusement
And cordoned off like some sort of museum
My desires are unapproachable, don’t even try and touch them
You’ll only end up hurting yourself, for they’ve been sharpened
Fashioned into weapons that drive my life
Making me get up in the morning and causing much strife
Forced by evolution to become Darwin’s ideal
I’ve lost part of myself, and the pain is real.
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Author:
anima aurea (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 2nd, 2019 23:18
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
WOW...DEEP SHIT HERE...VERY NICELY WRITTEN..REMEMBER, WEHEN WE LOSE A PART OF OURSELVES, IT IS TO MAKE ROOM FOR A BIGGER PART TO COME AND TAKE ITS PLACE...IT IS DEFINITELY AN IMPORTANT PART OF THE LIVING AND LEARNING PROCESS....XXXOOO
Amazing piece. Writing can be pain sometimes. I find it helps me with a journey to my truth.
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