Life well loved

December 28, 2019

I used to detest life.

Sometimes I still do.

It was deep yet

shallow

and still I could not find

my place Above

the waves

I have tried my best to

find my Peace, without

sacrificing my

Chaos-

impossible.

I used to detest my life.

Sometimes I still do.

I try to remember

how I (used to) pull

my hair,

cut it,

burn it,

Chaos.

Yet still lived long enough

to Love it still.

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