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Loop //// Sojourn

|3| Sojourn: 

I feel like a brick on the brink. 

I stumbled on this porcelain rim decorated with golden roses.
I've been gifted so much but I am rubble with shoulders wound with small mechanisms of stone. 

I 

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As the wind hits me full force, or, is that the end.

Does this leap end?

Am I trapped in a deadly loop? What have I done to deserve this?

I'm

  s c a t t e r e d; 

but, I would make wonderful pixie dust.
My thoughts are nulled, I've often wondered what the effect these other people would do to me. 
What their attitudes would bring. I am normal in a family of crazy- yet, the casual view me as only the best option out of a group of crazed minds. 

I'm scrambled, I'm not worthy of anything pure, 

we're all broken. 

How dare I think otherwise. 

It's blood after all. 
I'm a creation of something beastly and too soft to exist. 
Never bound. 

Rain feels so calming when rushing down your cheeks, water being braver than you to ever express.   

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Is so appropriate on days like today, when the news tells you not to fret over clouds of humidity and your mind is raging with thoughts of wind. I think of the commitment that is life and the possible ease of death. 
I imagine a void made of water, floating, drifting, fazing. 
You would become nothing at all. You'd think, not being able to feel but in a drugged haze you'd rest. 

(Nothing)

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Hey, so... That was depressing~
;; It's not my best work but I think I just wanted an outlet. It's jumpy cause my mind is just like that, I've never been able to stay on the same thought for long.