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we are a mess of emotions.

we are a mess of emotions.

we are all scars and open wounds filled with all the lives we live and all the deaths we meet we are comprised of a million types of silence only broken by the rapid beating of softly shattered hearts we sink like stones in their sea of sound we swing on a pendulum...
Gone Girl

Gone Girl

  I find myself swallowed in the low rumble, the way the earth seems to move whenever you wish it while I stand here trapped by wisps and trails, storm cloud cages around a melancholy heart I’ve started to lose track of what’s real anymore, my chest...