• aleesa 13w

    Winter and falling snow shape-shifted into death and made me bury the naive parts of my younger self. I tore myself to pieces, separated the skin that carried innocence from the bones that protected my fragile heart. I replaced the fear in my blood with courage and belief and took away all the kindness from my heart that used to overflow. Now there are times I dig through the layers of snow and soil, trying to bring my old self, back to life but now everything is numb the damaged eyes refuse to respond to light, for I filled them with too much darkness and the skin doesn't twitch when sunlight strikes it for it still bleeds the fears and uncertainties.I yearn for the old me when I pluck the tiny daisies, when rain falls and butterflies flutter because a stern heart doesn't know what to do when life meets it.
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