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Seeds
October 29, 2018
Seeds of inspiration, I keep swallowing.
Seeds of self love, I keep planting.
Buried deep inside of my skin, & sharp inside of my lungs.
In hopes they will grow & leave me indefinitely inspired.
Rich in self love.
To the point of suffocation.
To the point where roses bloom from beneath my eyelids.
But lately, it just feels like i'm gouging my own skin; swallowing pellets of false hope.
I hope these little seeds start to feel like something more than being choked.
-SilentJourney
© Madalyn W., Holliston, MA
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