obsidian gifts

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there was something to this

this aloneness

not loneliness

but aloneness

there were no obstacles

to the passion running

rampant

in her veins

for she was

a raw and tender soul

always perceived as a weakness

but she knew…

yes, she knew

that no matter

how she described

hell’s terrain

time in the abyss

no one would understand

what she had conquered

that she had climbed out

the wounds were closing now

remnants barely visible

everything was new

existence a miracle

nothing left of the mundane

nothing without value remained

she would never be the same

and she was grateful. 

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