Wounds run deep
impaling through my skin,
crawling
As I gasp, catch a breath
while the stench of death
rings the air
coldly. Where I pushed myself
harder, with every inch of my body
heaving towards the ground
feeling, the rancid smell of sweat
running through my skin, deep
while scars pierce through
as I roam free, in
peril thought of losing
an ounce of blood
dripping beneath
my tormented eyes
seeing, staring at a glimmer
of hope shining down
where I force myself
to crawl
into the nights momentary bliss.















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Ceade mile failte
Come away! O, human child!
To the woods and waters wild,
With a fairy hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than
you can understand-W.B. Yeats :icongeekflirt:
I like this alot - and Final Fantasy! wow.
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Dum spiro spero.
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Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
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Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
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Some people say they haven't yet found themselves. But the self is not something one finds; it is something one creates.
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