➳ octo

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Of the heavenly earth,
from the hellish places.

Thoughts were a constellation,
life was a train of desperation.

A process so dissimilar,
a series of distractions.

She was a train,
off the track.

She was a river,
off her course.

Looking for solace,
running from the void.

It was then when she realized
the void was her,
the solace was in her.

A peace so calming.

The sense of acceptance.

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