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First Death

Black Swan

By Amanda Published about a year ago 1 min read
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I fear the day it stops being special

I fear the day...the day my love turns to longing

The day i stop falling

In love

In pain

In fear

In joy

Obscenity

I fear the day it all seems pointless

Because to live is to live without jointness

Society is always for the loudest voices

Voices, choices, always so anointed

Who appointed the chaperone of noises

Saying only those with speakers for mouths can make you feel jolted

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About the Creator

Amanda

Angst? Just an esoteric soul wrapped up in 21st-century BS hoping one day it'll make sense where I fit into all of it; one day I'll see the light at the end of the tunnel. For now... I write because if I spoke, the words might be lost

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  • Testabout a year ago

    great piece

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