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• hope • it took years to break mebut now I knowI am not who I wasand I am not sure who I will becomebut I will be filled with love again somedaythe kind of love that quiets rageand more than fear or facadeor anything my tired soul can managehope tells me that even nowwhen…
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they think of me as just skin and sex but that is because I figured out awhile ago I have so much depth in me that it would terrify most and so I give you only what I know you can handle nothing more the blood & the bones
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I am not who I wasand I am not sure who I will becomebut I will be filled with love again somedaythe kind of love that quiets rageand this gives me a reason to press on the blood& the bones
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I know not how to be one line.. I never did. It is only ever enough to be on every page you can’t stop turning or filling up in the novel you never want to stop writing.. the blood& the bones
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You say you have never felt addiction..That you do not give in to certain types of temptation..Refusing to relent to anything that could create a craving so overwhelming that common sense would escape you ..pulling you into reluctant dependency.. But I promise, I warn you even, to the detriment of your self control and way…
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I do not know who I am anymoresince I became a child without a mother..But I would give anything to go back.Go back to a time when maybe I could have saved you.Instead of running in these circles of griefwith a stranger’s face and a back that threatens to break.No one understands what I have…
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• I was their Medusa, your Athena and his Persephone. Always someone’s myth to swirl in their mouths and alter the retelling… Confusing me as only capable of a sole existence.. No layers or complexity, no duality. Their eyes half closed to the whole of me and ever only capable of capturing one side of…
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• Because of what they could not or chose not to give, as it had not been given to them, whether it was time or love or praise… Because of this, I know I look for it in barren places. Places it must be scavenged for.. dug out from dark and depths and men wary…
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• yes sir • he says comeor cumand my bodyrefusing to refuse himwithor withoutmy permissionwill always respond the blood& the bones
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• i am a rib cageall bonesand half finished wallsfor a once hungry heartand windows where a bit of light leaks throughbecause somehowI am still something soft and good tooI am bloodand breathand a kind of loveand even painwelcomed or unexpectedunderstanding more than anythingthat a life without it would not be livingbut I am not…
The Blood & The Bones 