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unbroken


follow me

follow me into the abyss where much of what I feel and have to say seems to stay unsaid unheard and overtalked while I remain to stay overlooked I am many things I am nothing while emerging becoming everything I ever hoped to be follow me into the abyss where what I want, where what I need does not matter if it has failed to match the ideas and expectations society has painted for me I am who I am I am who I will always be nothing loss nothing gained I have found I am lost in the wonder I am lost in the thought why is there such a high cost at being oneself is it worth the fight if the fight cost me my life follow me into the abyss where being myself outways the risk because the real questions is am I not Already Dead If I cant Be who I already Iam?

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peace in the power of words

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