I didn't simply relinquish my old ways, I carved them out of myself, buried them deep in the soil and casted flames beneath the dirt, completely cauterizing the existence of a mind that wanted so badly to kill me.
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Eunoia
Poetry{ONGOING} Poetry from the mending mind ❝I am soft again, there is water and it surrounds me, there is feeling and I can feel it, I am awake and alive and swollen and heavy with love, I am changing and I am loving change.❞ © AVA
