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V Mar 2018
Let no man preach to you that he is God,
For imperfection runs through his veins.
Of relating to my experience with religions.
Not to offend anyone. -.-
V Mar 2018
My knuckles are white,
From holding on too tight,
To people,
Who never belonged to me.
Another personal vent.
V Mar 2018
I am afraid to let you in, not because I am afraid of you hurting me,

But because I am scared of hurting myself, by loving you a little too much.
My personal torture of both a blessing and curse with BPD. I tend to have this overwhelming love for humanity and everyone I meet. I am genuinely a clingy person who struggles to let go or even need constant reassurance...
But at times it kills me that even the love I give and show, may never mean anything.
V Mar 2018
You can still be whole, with your scattered self.
:)
V Mar 2018
3 million years ago,
Humans walked freely in the enchanted wild.

We were wanderers by birth,
Became prisoners by choice.
Just something that came to mind during a spiritual encounter. Idk.
V Mar 2018
Strength.
Someone who carries darkness,
Yet, somehow is still a light.
To anyone who needs it,
A hug, because I mean it with all my heart.


From one surviving soul to another.
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