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I am losing my identity
to this pain
a slow and meticulous dissection
its shiny scalpels of hate
cutting into
the things I used to know
the things I used to stand for
the lessons I painstakingly
stood in line for
to earn and partake of
being harvested from my soul
to be transplanted elsewhere
and replaced with false
I am coming undone
in the wake of the loss
of something I never really had
and I am either going to
bleed dry and fall asleep
or shrivel up and cease to exist
and I used to be so powerful
.
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“I am coming undone
in the wake of the loss
of something I never really had”
always been the story of my life.. for me, it’s a bizarre feeling, how can you ever let go of something that was never yours.. feel pain for something that never existed.. say goodbye when there’s no hello.. hahaha
anyway, a moment of weakness does not make you any less powerful
yeah how strange, vanessa. you being one of the more independent and somewhat intimidating characters back in high school. and i suppose i’ve become that character too. a wonder how we could still be so vulnerable and susceptible to hurt and insecurities like the rest.
I am coming undone
in the wake of the loss
of something I never really had
and I am either going to
bleed dry and fall asleep
or shrivel up and cease to exist
All these things you are not going to do you are going to use these pains to step on to get to the other side…
Beautifully written… loving your work I don’t think you should stop
my sweet baby