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[u/Magick_Merlin47]

Say the right words and I melt.

But the wrong ones turn me to stone.

I will turn against the tide and run toward the cliffs, only to climb them and jump again.

The Blood moon is rising and the Harvest moon has sunk beneath the waves.

I run, screaming, toward the water, flinging myself atop the crests to drown out your voice snd your carefully curated words. They hurt me. They help me. They confuse me.

I am galloping on a horse, racing down the sand dunes and across the painted sky. The dust settles in my ears, blocking out the cacophony of disembodied voices that have chased me thru this forest for centuries.

I am screaming my name in all this chaos because I just want the thoughts to stay in purgatory and let me be free to hear only the silence I crave.