there's this fear that I have
a terrible open wound of fear I have
that if this darkness inside me
that finds me
fills me
faces me in the mirror
fucks me every day
should ever disappear
if the nothingness fills
if the black hole dies
if I'm ever not haunted
I'll vanish
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Author:
lux lucis (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 8th, 2026 01:51
- Category: Sad
- Views: 3
- In collections: Black Hole Disease, Red Veil Cycle.
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Comments2
This is an expression of a negative identity and expectation upon which identity depends. Well said
Thank you.
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