#803136 added January 13, 2014 at 3:32pm Restrictions: None
It's about the baggage...
There is a dark sister in my soul, a black goddess that stretches out under my skin. My anxiety is her pounding heartbeat against my spine and my doubt is her seething voice in my ear. My rage is her flexing talons, razor-sharp...and all my strength is born on her obsidian shoulders. I am, she is, we are...twins conjoined in the messy business of being.
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