
I feel terribly violated, this, however, is home to my unrest, I will not abandon it, I will not bury it in cyber dust, I will not be reduced to spelling out my intentions, desecrating my bleeding soul, no one owns me. NO regrets.
"Here lies, a morbidus of certain nutrix kind, expired untimely, though of restless mind, she was, alas, a victim of an artist's life."
2 comments:
I too feel your pain. If only the sun could wash me clean and return me to what I used to be. Thanks for your kind comments.
I like the way you think. You are a survivor, and strong. I wish your life was otherwise, that it was light, not dark. But you do bring light to others.
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