a Soul Project

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I'm too full of words. I hurt. I don't know if you can handle looking in the mirror I hold. You crack the reflective surface with a fist. You may be too broken already to look at the shards of yourself that it'll show you. You may not even want to improve once you know what it costs to grow.

The countdown begins as I prepare myself for fight or flight. My body screams at me to flee, my heart pleads and beckons that I keep trying. My mind is torn between the two, limbs stretched and muscles tearing as body and spirit battle oneother for control and clarity.

I want you, for fucks sake. I want you and your flaws and your dark past and your fears; I want all of it, all of you. Pull away from me and I will fall.

I'm falling, I'm already falling.