⤞purge

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I reside here on my own
but for the miraculous flutter
of my pen,
and I purge my heart
onto this paper,
pledging an oath to what is now
and what was then,
spilling a myriad of emotions
in sanguine-shaded ink,
forging a path towards healing
and clawing myself back
from the brink
of everlasting darkness
that threatens with intent,
yet these words are
my salvation,
cushioning my
inevitable descent.

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