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[isforever]

my mother's kindness died with her. it never made a home in my veins, it never found a place in my chest. i claw at the earth, i claw through the dirt searching for it... the more i dig into the earth, the more coldness i find. my mother's warmth died with her. i dig and find my knuckles bruised. the cold earth has no answers. there is no warmth, there is venom on my tongue, dripping from my teeth. the only heat within me burns like a fire, all consuming and destroying... my father's rage will burn me alive so why are the night's so cold?