What fuels agony the most?
An anamnesis of destruction of love or a dithering desire to cross paths with you once again?
And, what saddens heart the most?
Is it the search for peace that was in fact a mirage or a rasping collision with the truth?
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Grasping on the negatives lets the positives slip through our fingers.
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The truth was buried in the family garden, back in 1984.In 2005, I returned to exhume what was hidden. Only to find myself being enclosed by dark, cloaked figures. Aware of snarling voices describing the shame I had inflicted. Hands Grabbing me by my throat. Hurled into a shallow grave. Wailing desperately like a banshee for my release. Inhaling soil, losing each breath. Rasping for air, suffocating in hollow ground. Buried alive alongside my childhood trauma, Laid deceased in a premature grave.
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And then you keep grasping this reality inside you, until you become reality..until you no longer find yourself.
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