to anyone suffering at the
ice-cold fingertips of
fate, her frost blue eyes
flat like dark ocean corners:
to anyone who has
heard the truth as truly discordant
shrieks, has felt it
rip through their heart like a sword plunging through pink silk:
to the lost
the disappointed
the heartbroken
the angry and the bitter
the fighters with no fight left
the smashed pearls left of the dreamers
and to the empty
who are truly the worst off:
i am sorry
my words are not
softer
and i am sorry they
are not warmer;
i am all of you
i have seen and felt it all before
i am nothing
anymore.
sup
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I love your writes
that's something



