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marellya · 2 years
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From within the political sphere of hopelessness and systemic abuse, I hide withing a bubble of hope and creativity. Writing, making, smelting, melting, soldering a new beggining.
So much loss, so much hate, so much beauty in this world. Everything a juxtaposition, everything an oxymoron, everything a lie based on a truth derived from a lie.
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marellya · 2 years
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Brightness shone from your eyes, in the begining. Your soul on display for all to see, you hid nothing and exposed even the deepest wounds to the fresh air of scrutiny.
Then that fresh air was marred by a cruel smog, sweeping in and polluting. Corrupting. Encouraging. Bringing out your darkness, encouraging your desire, replacing purity with fire, innocence with thirst, peace with bloodlust.
Breaking from that small human you were, happy and open, to become the dark goddess he made you realise you always were.
And you devoured him whole in thanks.
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marellya · 2 years
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