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*a black heart drowning in euphoria*

Face Up

Conquer all your deaths,
face up.
No matter how rotten you are by the flesh,
your dignified soul will fly…
People will think of you this way-
Martyr.
But you are not a slave of your mold.
The real you is all out and untouchable.
Know that as you wither,
you grow… freed of soul-cage…
So conquer .
Live up.

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One response

  1. Beautiful

    19.12.2011 at 17:41

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