Abaddon Threads
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You were the
Embodiment
Of what was
Real
I am
Lost
Without you
My fear vies
Rights to decree
Freedom
From your
Comfortability
And I am lost

Circling
Self mazes
Questioning
Your authority
Over my uncomfort
My growth
My yearning
For life
Existential
Experiencing
You and me
Our physical link
Has torn at me
And begged me
To drop
Sink my blanket
Watch it fade
Torn and dropping
Drop

Slowly
Pieces of myself
I find, I had lost
In self denial
I rise
Unperfected
Shivering
With eyes of an infant
Pure in focus

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