Where Dead Things Bloom

Where Dead Things Bloom

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jul 31, 2018
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Romance
"Regrets are irrelevant" "And shame?" "Belongs to the ignorant" "Genesis your gonna ruin yourself" Journey rushed in a whispered tone. "You can't ruin spoiled fruit!". And with that she was gone. After her father left, seventeen year old Genesis is driven by the void in her soul to find true happiness.
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I've always hated the saying "Time heals all wounds." Maybe in most cases that may be true. In my experience with life and pain however, time has only ever bled out the wound. The scars that the wounds left behind though, are often so deep that just looking at them becomes painful to the mind. Time only heals what you let go of. Sometimes letting go and moving on just doesn't feel possible; no matter how much time you let pass you by. These poems signify what time hasn't healed for me.

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