felt that cold breeze pass by
again
old
and familiar
leaving that tangy taste
in the air that lingered
numbed senses pricked anew
scarred stab wounds
bleed
making up for all the years they went dry
gush out blood and tears
and life
.
.
let this soul be barren!
let the void be
leave!
let me bask in nothingness
.
.
let me live
the basket of dreams tho be empty
i have long clipped my own wings
i do not wish to fly
.
just let me live
.
leave
.
or let me die
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