Hope.

A journey through self destruction, of twin personalities and loathing in so many words.

"I rake at them, my wounds; I lick them.
Tended to, only to re-open.
Once the cycle has begun, we crave the other like stranded believers in the desert; striving for salvation, suckling at the poisoned teets of hope."

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Read at your own peril. Not exactly horrendous but, it's not Shakespeare or John Keats either.
That being said if you do choose to read. Thank-you!