Sharp pang,
spreads from within my chest. The fear of alienation, the fear of the forbidden, the fear of the truth. Chemical combination. It's strength pulling me in. Senses all around me, tensing from within. Warmth engulfs, my body though at ease. Confused which to listen to, the mind or a heart that tease'. To let go is to let in, to let in is to let go, one before the other, that of which no one knows. Sharp pang, spreads from within my chest. The fear of alienation, the fear of the forbidden, the fear of the truth.
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Sydne Kilberg"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." Archives
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