Butterfly ...the isolation that is left, the emptiness inside. When I am told that we cannot be together, I scream for this separation to end. 001004
pink once upon a time i had someone to hurt someone to kill me someone to separate me from the dead someone to isolate and seclude all my inner demons... the ones i hold so dear, more than someone now... i'm more 020330
yenaldlosi separations
the night splitting on the lines of the four directions

distinctions and classifications
ghostbogger from myself in order to find myself
to be myself
from the mind i used to know
from the love i used to share
the foolish ways i used to care
from the way i use to think
from the way i used to solve it
what's it to you?
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