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May you all never suffer like a worm on a hook,
every movement against a blade through you.
There's no greater loss than your intention being lost amongst adversity.
Have you ever held your breath to keep from breathing new air? As if the new air was water, as if you must have gills.
Only to start drowning, & finding yourself to be a metaphorical fish?
Suggesting I be hooked by a hand in the storm I was found to be weaker than faith taught me to believe.
There is only one fucking person I seek to trust, & lose myself in. Not a fucking army... But the fucking army keeps me from finding her. Nothing like what stalks me. I do not want their opinions, I want nothing from them. They even mock me after they rape me. Perverse mockery....
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