visiblyhuman

I finally stood up to my immature ESTJ mother and I feel liberated. Like I am my own person. I really value individuality as an INFP and enneagram 4w5. I don't need no one to help me or support me cuz I do it for myself.

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Just wanted to share!

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/oeteah/chantey/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

Here is the original version.

I made revisions based on u/Suitable-bones constructive critique!

loneliness has become of her.

she sinks in the recesses of her mind.

floating but never reaching the bottom.

where she can return to him.

years pass by.   faces change. nature blooms but ultimately shrivels. youthful beauty.   disintegrates.

still she waits.   softly calling his name.

outward projection.

onto the wide blue expanse.

the sound drowns.   submerges into its depths. reaches the darkness. where no light reach

Youthful adolescence disappeared in a flume of smoke. No highschool romance, late nights, or coming of age story to be had. Just despair, agony, and melancholy. Just days spent wishing for something more