she was lit from the inside,
you could see it reflected in her eyes,
in the way broken shards of glass shimmered.
but she knew that.
she was holding onto words and dreams because they kept her warm on the inside, while the distant flame of her future flickered ahead.
she knew that, too.
but she let herself, for the time being, even though she knew,
she let her opiate herself.
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In Principio
Poetryhello and welcome to a piece of my brain. enjoy your stay. Y E A R O N E.
