There is no other mystery, than the mystery of oneself, relinquishing all hope to that of guilt.
Beneath my skin boils
a brew of feverish duels
that in battle I’ll take one by one,
and let them taste my toxic blood
until then I’ll spill none,
and fight fighting the imagery of thought.
that was so good!
Thank you, Beth! I’m waiting for a day free of battle.
Aw Bradley! Life is like a massive battle at times. I so admire your will to slice and dice your way through it love xx
Thank you, Shân! Life is usually a massive battle for me every day, but I’m cleaning it up piece by jagged piece. :heart: 🙂
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