It's nights like these, where cradled deep begins the uncovering of things needing to be retrieved so that I may acknowledge the all in me, that is nothing to be, yet hanging unto me, like tragedy ..
I purge thee free ..
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You can’t break an alchemist 🤍 everything thrown simply becomes something to rise from & it’s funny how people can speak on you so bo...
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