The soul vomits. It's usually a sour, sticky mess we all have to clean up at times. But it does. It comes out usually in our tears, as there truly is no work to the regurgitation of all the ill we've been through. Then there's other times it's streamlined into our words, our creative work, the visual and visceral representations of every bitter part. And maybe, it's better there. A perfect reminder to society, that pain is always very clear. Even more so than happiness and glee I would say.
The soul vomits. They say it's a display of courage. However, it's never been. The soul vomits when it needs to, no matter the time or place. It's how people become who they are for that day. But for someone to admit their vomiting, the wretched sound of the soul, that is what takes courage.
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downfall.
Poetry[ poetry blurbs / most of them are just basic prose n things of that nature. tws will be provided for each part if any are needed. ]
