I tend to burn bridges,
but I keep the ashes
to remind me
where I came from
and what it cost
to get here.

I paint runes in my skin
made with the blood,
sweat, and tears
I've shed up to now;
praying that the gods
will preserve my tired soul
from the impending downfall.

I do not have to search
from this place
to the edge of elysium
in order to find
what hurts me;

I find it inside of me.

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— © think twice