Echoes of the ocean lay in a shell;
Echoes of hell lay in my skull.
Fragmented shards
Impossible to arrange exactly,
Making this diamond in my chest
Absolutely faulty.
If it were whole then it’d cut through
This entire riot of a planet.
Id be able to pick apart its insides
And take what I please.
Instead, I take things personally.
#Never Was a Stoic
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Never Was a Stoic