There are 2 orbs of glass and I am
bracing as they liquify burning everything.
I am now lost in the cold, the unfeeling emptiness of existence.
Searching for light, to only find an infinity of darkness.
It consumes me as I grapple with reality.
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My Dissolution
PuisiA collection of rants, poems, dreams and thoughts about living with chronic illness and multiple mental disorders.
