An old house of ashes
Holds my life together-
With bonds and Fire-
Holding onto it with rage,
A fury that burned my heart,
Slowly-
Slowly, I am unwound-
Slowly,
I am unwinding-
I need a release,
I need to let go
Of the house that burns me.
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Moving On~ COMPLETED
Poetry~the process of moving on~ *trigger warning* If you ever need someone to talk to.. You can always message me.. Whether on here, or on Instagram or Facebook.. It's okay. I might not respond right away, and I may be a little awkward, but I'll respond...
