My inhumed pasts
Inhumed pasts of people i met feels alot like masking my heart while it's slippery, from all the muddy concrete 'made-induce' playing dirty with the shovel & a wet concrete
You'd wonder why? Concrete to stone-hold every emotions felt because of how inflicting & perturbing it is to my psyche encephalon.
Wet because of my inconspicuous ghosty tears . Turning my head just so feels I left piece of me that's in negligence of moaning to what had a sentimental placement in my core kernel.
Trawl dragged the findings of how injuring it is not being in a grieving attendance of those I felt like had a special engraft-some in me. My inhumed pasts grasping me with the shovel I keep using to bury what's already buried with me
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my inhumed paSts
Mystery / Thrillerburied emotions that had the right to be acknowledged, embraced & walked through. moan & grieve any kind of loss you might have came across. cry & sit down with every feels felt so you wash off & come to terms with what had happened. heal, heal heal
