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abomnibus · 1 year
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You know what, nobody has muses like they used to.
Come-hither, so that I may become so irrevocably obsessed with the very thought of you that I am bewitched to my very soul with the need to create art of your essence.
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xenodelic · 1 year
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Transition metaphors be like
That person isn't dead, they were me, they've always been me but only hiding beneath layers of falsehood. I spoke to them softly and held their hand, guiding them as I gently peeled back each layer and shaped them like clay until I found the Self that has been waiting to emerge all these years
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Actually, that person wasn't real. It was a false idol created by a world that violently beat it into place. That person is dead, the person that never was, the person that was born a ghost and I killed them again. I killed them with syringes and scalpels and I emerged from the rotting corpse, brand new flesh hand crafted through my suffering and anger
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