your medium, to express yourself as you see fit. Turn me, twist me, make me into something beautiful because I am not in my rawest form. But I might hold potential. I want you to work with me until it is released, or until we’re both bloodied, battered, strung out on the kitchen floor. I long to be used. I am a puzzle. I cannot find my missing pieces in the dirty toybox but I might as well give up the search because I have not been unearthed in years. I am nothing more than a memory. A feeling. But it’s everything. I will fade, eventually.
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