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Falling, frightened of fear itself. Feeling as if my fate is fixed before I even make a move. Moving slowly. Melancholy, meandering through meaningless messes, lacking mindfulness. My head is storming. Storming, spiraling, never stopping, senselessly screaming, stupidly lovesick. Love me, laugh with me, leave this world with me. Liberate me from my lamentation, I'll live for you. Whimper in my sleep for you. Whimper, wallow for long lost whimsy. Your worshipper is whithering. Withdrawn from her world and wishing for you. |
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