This Vast Forest
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Ongoing6m
Last published Thu, Feb 21, 2019
Born from the tenebrosity in my mind. Roots clawed their way and planted a single seed. That's all •It• needed to thrive.
A place where all my emotions and thoughts condense to create a timeline in movie like film to drag me into when deep in thought.
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It is neither mine or whatever roams the passageways of my mind. Cannot give in to what it wants to claim or I'll never leave the dark seasons of this Vast Forest and light won't be able to penetrate through unless I make it.
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