Red Spring
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Last published Sun, Apr 24, 2016
Words hurt. So do actions. After years those wound stay around. They fester, build up and... eventually they just... explode. They can cause more harm than what had originally been done to you. The insanity that is within everyone blooms. It surfaces and engulfs you. It takes over and at this point you no longer care. So, you except it and let its power control you. You loose yourself, but whats the point. You had lost yourself long ago.
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