#vanadu

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RUSTBELT GOTHIC

my life is what it is… it is not what it was supposed to be… it will never be what it is not…

this is my grown-up realisation it took me a long time to…

it took a long time for my life not to become and just a second of today for me to grow up

and give up

this is my today's realisation – a major one i have to reinvent my life and by reinventing my life to reinvent myself inventing a life

butterfly

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She asked me with her curious childish eyes: What will you do when you run out of metaphors and you have nothing more to say to the world?

She caught me unprepared I have never thought of silence

So loud

So frightening

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Only a child can say the truth in such an explicit manner hurt you so mercilessly and then untouched by your looks for pity giggle and run

After a butterfly ***

Don't break her wings! is all you want to cry out

but instead You remain silent silently hoping