lonesome, somewhat exhausted. But still following the spirit with not much hope. empty words, empty faith. hypercrite. devour and devouring my somewhat blind courage.
IM 20 YEARS OLD! 10 toes 10 fingers. no heart no shame no embarasment. im 5 foot ashamed, careless but also loved.
I hear stories of sacrafice and surrender. What am i worth? this underlined relationship i have with myself doesn't seem to find any escape within it own boundries i set for myself. im loved. im loved. im loved. i want to let the sails of my spirit and faith sail away! im the dark, vast piece of ocean snappling wave after wave in the form of words and actions. im unable to speak. my thoughts intake air, just to find them a new wind, landing only on the stairwell of my own failure. in or out and no in between.
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