this is a cry for help.
i want someone to hold my hand while i walk through the enshrouding forest of loneliness. i wanna feel their pulse through my fingertips and while i shiver with the cold, the lack of warmth surrounding me, their heartbeat beneath their fingertips will remind me that they bleed like me, and need me to walk them through the forest as much as i need them.
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and the thorns wrap around me like a blanket void of warmth, misery prickling on my knees where i'm at the feet of my throne. i crawl, grasping at any sign of life till i squeeze too hard and they wither; it's a lonely ascent. i sit atop the tree so high, no one can see me, and i am alone. the birds fly, crows caw, landing on my crown, pitch black like their feathers, and my tears flow steadily down the tree, fertilizing, enough to water the whole forest, growing the tree taller and taller, into even greater isolation.
an abandoned forest of my own creation, and oh how ghastly it is.
