Too much has been taken
What wasn’t killed, was stolen
What wasn’t stolen, was poisoned
Eviscerated, vacant, voided
A snake
Camouflaged behind closed doors
Charmed by power
Powered by violence
Seize what you need
Plant a seed
Of destruction
With words
Lies and betrayal
Fury and force
It would be easier to believe in God
Than believe in you
Drain my blood
Your lifeline
My crumbling foundation
A black hole
Siphoning the sun
And the sky hurts
Like a moth self sacrificed
To light
Oblivious of it’s pestilent plight
There is no glory
In the details of my story
It was written for me
Visible
In my scars
The fear in my eyes
My irregular heartbeat
There are gaps here and there
From the times I couldn’t bear
Forced to read the same chapters
Reality recited too many times
In my fragmented mind
It speaks plainly enough
Blood loss
Coin…
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I just adore this but also the photo of the girl hugging a Lion. Stunning. I’d love it as a poster. ❤
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Thank you ❤ I love that picture too
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ALL of the unicorns for you!
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Yay! I love unicorns 😉
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Yay!!! You are now the proud owner of a magical unicorn farm!
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Perfect. My goats will be so pleased 🙂
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Uh! I love goats. I wish I didn’t live in town. I’d have lots of goats. They’re so funny and cute!
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One of the many benefits of living in the country. They are so fun! They go for walks with us, it’s hilarious ❤
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😍😍😍
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