·MARY HELEN·

They broke my fingers and they broke my bones. I am a ghost gasping through the exuberance of life. They haven’t seen horror like I have. The horror that neither moves you nor breaks you, but with one iron palm muffles you. The memories are not within me. They climb up on the walls like …

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SINGING MAXIMS

Drawn to all things destructive. Dreams are where you lose footing of reality, And stability is only found in life when nightmares come alive. I won't judge you until you reveal yourself to me. We sit around looking at others wishing we could be like them, growing in jealousy and hatred, never wondering that maybe …

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