Discovering Myself

Warm smelly ashes flying from the rotting meat
stuck in my thoughts, which have been fostered
 by my destructive desires.
Lost

-What would happen if everything you believed in did not exist?-

...everything collapses,
even the ground beneath my soul disappears,
and so does life as I know it;
meeting myself beyond any fears.

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Our own essence.

Discovering Myself

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