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the moon rises full and bright stars glittering a magical canopy of stars illuminating the forest around me (with help from the fireflies) i sit and think of conversations past hugs and kisses held through text but meaning so much more so much love for so many I never thought the day would come to say goodbye or maybe I thought it wouldn't hurt as much as it did Tear stained eyes, I gaze up at the moon, the stars remembering loving and laughing sorrow and crying and learning the whole way through I drop to my knees feeling the breeze caress my cheek and trace my finger around the dirt my tears turning the ground to mud

The Story of the Worm Cycle1:Emergence into Darkness [I. inaguration into darkness] It was the day the light of the sun left plunging my soul into the dark abyss my descent into obscurity on the broken, shredded wings of butterflies tied up with the words you spoke hung from the lies you instilled in me you never believed in me burn out the decay before it overcomes rip away flesh from bone from soul falling apart over words spoken but not meant how is it that the twisting of ones emotions is never thought of as rape? i never believed in me [II. the fall] Fleeting passage of heaven sustained thoughts of hell stuck in the mi

The Story of the Worm Cycle3:Purest Decadence [V. Falling Further] In the distance, a light shinning brighter than any sun yet unable to break the dark my body cried out the light is my salvation so further and further i creep at a slow pace, as only my decaying body allows red scars blazing in by arm against brittle hardened skin and the dead black sky I look behind me the same field of dead poppies as what seemingly lays before me no sign of my caccoon [safety] (had i walked that far alone or is it just gone?) and so i keep pressing forward wanting to just give in no hope within my shell [VI. It is Done] Forward I mo

The Story of the Worm Cycle2:Further into Decay [III. Metamorphasis] Moonlight streaming across my face desperate attempts at escape reaching further out towards the stars which no longer hosts my dreams [for my dreams died when i did] the caccoon cracks and breaks and i slip out into nothingness escaping the womb escaping my soul, dirty and pale shivering, pink, and wet i emerge i twist myself around decaying thoughts of what i once was [decay] crossing over i wait for my new skin to heal [IV. Journey of the Damned] I creep on through journy through a field of black poppies skin hardened same as the insides raped of a

The Story of the Worm Cycle1:Emergence into Darkness [I. inaguration into darkness] It was the day the light of the sun left plunging my soul into the dark abyss my descent into obscurity on the broken, shredded wings of butterflies tied up with the words you spoke hung from the lies you instilled in me you never believed in me burn out the decay before it overcomes rip away flesh from bone from soul falling apart over words spoken but not meant how is it that the twisting of ones emotions is never thought of as rape? i never believed in me [II. the fall] Fleeting passage of heaven sustained thoughts of hell stuck in the mi

 It was almost a month after K. broke up with me. K. being the girl i loved, and still do. I met this girl from Florida, she was seeing her aunt here. The girl and I met one of my friends (whom was also friends with K.) and me and the girl from florida started to date. Obviously she had to leave to go back to Florida, but we kept in contact, as did she and my friend. She told me we had to stop talking at one point...that her and my friend had talked to K. on three way..and were talking about me...finding out about this during the peak of my depressed state, devastated me. So i called K. and asked her if it was true.....The two people i care