Link reblogged from Fractured Mirror. with 10 notes
Fractured Mirror.: Masochistic. →
There is something lurking deep inside
of me, I hold myself up to the light, I hate what I see.
Gut my writs of their veins, make this happy blood flow.
Muscles, and tendons gift wrapped in nonsensical absurdity,
lacerate my brain, let it drain, expunge me of my repetitive creativity.I have…
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gonewandering said:
Just raw, moments that are so uneditted that I want to shake you. Yes despair fuels the creature that is the writer. Don’t kill it, use it, spill it, there is enough paper and pen to cleanse anything you drop on it.
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