my life, the martyr my only happines i find in my life is finding the impurities that make me so finding all the wrongs not looking for the rights as i know that this is who i am pity serves me nothing for this i judge it is i, who am nothing to become right nothingness outweighs my rightousness for my soul there is no redemption for my ways have proved my sacrafice of a life that which was my own i cannot afford to ignore my wrongs for if i do, there will be nothing to change for each day it is a journey to find how i can make myself in better ways the better ways are ill-forgotten there is no cure for my ignorance for i see myself in the light of angels and i clintch when i see my mortal ways i seek to find a revelation but no comfort comes to bear i've dug my sacrafices too deep and the truth shows how much it hurts so i've come to the conclusion and my minds made up this far there will come a day for my revelation but this day seems so far.
Reason for writing:
I wouldnt call it inspiration.. i'de call it self denigration.. yet, it goes hand in hand.. i hadn't written in two years, and this is the first time i've reached out in words to express myself to myself, and anyone else who would listen.. sometimes i feel so incoherent.. its nice to know someone understands
Birth sign: Cancer
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