i can only write when i'm miserable. so i'll leave myself in this state
the physicality of emptiness
so at least something is emminating from this
pointless waist of flesh bones and organs
unwravell me to find nothing more than a piece
the one piece of the puzzle that has no fitting counterpart
burn me to ashes, and the wind will find it a chore to lift me away
welcome to addiction to affliction
mortally deceit
dilapidated and emasculated
i lose more than i gain
and i gain
no piece of mind.
burn me to feel something
i loved you scarlet
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ill be with you soon. and we can do one of the most honorable things in her memory.
RIP.
Scarlet O'Hara
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