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No one wanted you anyway he said. No one wanted you. The scars on your back are there for a reason. Reflections of bitten nails etched into flesh. Smell that burning away of fragrant emotion. The happiness that once instilled you to move on that can be reached no more. The abomination left is now an embarrassment. So cry all you want but no one will notice and no one will hear those sobs.

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Tears well up and choked back. It’s not from an ocean
but my daemon who sits on top of that life and torrent
and ocean. That daemon who pulls me down, below myself.
That daemon whose voice I hear in the stillness of the
moment.

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