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‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎“The moment Loss pays a brief visit to her home of thoughts, she already is made aware of its inevitability. It never visits empty-handed. It never visits like a guest. It only visits like a landlord — She begs the greediness in it to take up all she has just to leave these four walls around her, and it does take up all she has, anyway, to leave her with the exact four walls she asked for, only on the condition of bulldozing the ceiling.

She has known Loss almost her entire life — in the shapes of her pets on her bed, in her name inside all her lovers’ mouths before they fell forever silent, in her friend’s pills, in her family bloodline, in her mother’s dreams and the back of her father’s hands. She knows when Loss approaches, when it peaks around the bush, and when its ghost watches her somewhere from a twentieth floor with a sniper in hand.

You see, Loss never visits compromised; the more she makes up her mind to its own, the less and even lesser she’s still left with. Tell her, dearest God, How else would it have earned its name? She only looked both ways before crossing the street to approach him for she only feared for his life saving hers, but now she hides the features of his face in the palm of her hands and the cavity of her chest.

“None of it this was meant to be gentle,” She wept to herself into a portal of delusions with her head held by the only dangling string of faith she desperately saved for herself, and her boy bleeding his youth away between her weary arms. “All of it was meant to be a knife to twist inside and turn the water red or it's all in vain.”

One never breaks a cycle whole and healed, one only breaks it tormented and half-forgiven. And she’s breaking hers loathed, she's breaking hers in death.”
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GoneRogue
GoneRogue As always I'll dance to your tune. Anything for more of this celestial writing.
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