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Nov 2020

All these years
(and all those covered up, fears)
Ah, babe.. the things I would do
to keep myself separate..
to keep from being  pulled in--

to all things, nonlife;
from that which  my spirit
could not believe in..
to paths that felt to be
diametrically opposed
to a true north  
that I did not know,
but could only feel
Oh what have I done,
my beautiful--
I have judged, and lost
so much

in order to become  so un-able
             to  hold on  to so little

Just how much  of me
would be left,  
had I let you in; 

      ..everything?

Or  no-thing--


sans the memory
of all that I have done
in order to obtain it.


I'll face myself
to cross out what I've become
erase myself,

and let go of what I've done
~ C Bennington

https://youtu.be/WDDNCc2rkYI

all the years, and years
and years of it
Written by
M Vogel
308
   --- and acacia
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