Tortured living, hell, sometimes just living, is so hard to put into words, let alone in practice.
To chronicle a life
to extract truth
separate skin from soul
in search of essence
I try to listen
to the rhythms
diagram a blueprint
am discombobulated.
#20 The Self Harmer by Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind
It’s the feel
The sizzle
The smell
The burn
The sweet release of everything
And owing nothing in return

Thank you for sharing.
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<3 My pleasure!
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🖤🖤🖤
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<3
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Both writers wrote with such depth in their emotions, it’s hard to NOT take in.
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I agree! Thanks, Carrie!
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