

Disposable BeautyHundreds of failed attempts to write, a sickening conclusion.Disposable Beauty
Muse in the form of feelings,
emotions, fears,
thoughts,
dreams.
Writing, a comfort tool, assisting in that darkest hour.
The winds, they've changed their course, I am rendered incapable. Be it the fault of my failed perfection? Or have I nothing left?
The day-to-day has become the same, the routine that defines our lives. Losing the ability to see, the swirling sea of blue -- overhead. The sharp hue of green -- beneath my feet. The
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