Run the pain away. Gently in the beginning. Softly. Until you stop feeling almighty. Until your power drains and Monster Grief grows. Run the pain away until everything burns you and all is left is your dead dream, disemboweled. Look. Look at the carcass of your expectations and marvel how yet another you perished.
written on a cloudy day by Irina M. H.

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