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I felt inspired yesterday and wrote something down to share with my T. Kind of chaotic but it was what I was feeling at the time.
![]() The Colors of Me The burn of ire start to warm my body My mind filling with rage quickly to inspire a torrent of hate The anger like red flames lick at my soul Burning... burning... Lashing out with rage at everything Enemies all around me, trying to destroy me The embers die just as suddenly as they began Leaving the cool blue of loneliness Alone, scared and so very tired Tears flow freely, warm salty Blue as my pain they flow Leaving streaks in the dust of my shattered soul Wait, don't leave me in my hour of need! I will get better...? Someone else has lured you away. Green jealousy rises and laughs at me Grinning and spinning, pointing at me Laughing I push away fiercely Turn and run Blackness, emptiness I sit alone, not daring to breathe Not daring to show signs of life My soul rent asunder Help me, hate me, fear me Temporary clarity, white and pure All of me whole, my colors in harmony For a while anyway Scars both mental and physical Adorn me like medals I survived and I continue to survive Although weaker I feel Stronger I have become and will continue to be |
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Well said and well done. Thanks for sharing.
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Very well said. I wish I could explain my feelings as well as you.
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Thanks for sharing
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’’In the end, it’s not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away’’ |
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