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Posted on by Jeanne

I became trapped in my own selfish misery. I once held onto hope. Positioned as a shiny metal object, glistening in the sun, it promised better days. I prayed to it. Ran my fingers over the smooth surface. Worshiped the image broadcast back to my heart.

I learned that day about rust as tears flowed. Death approaches angrily, despite appearances. I wish i hadn’t fallen so hard. Knives are all too predictable. Perhaps there is the lesson. Learn all you can before you are trapped.

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      2. Mainly because i am lazy to search deep. I skim the essence, the first layer satisfying. I need encouragement and inspiration to dive as i am claustrophobic in words packed closely and thickly settled.

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