Subconciously I'm at war with my own mind. Over him, over her, and lastly over myself. I'm more disrupted than rippled water and as I've grown i've become almost as cold and hard the stone thrown that skipped across the lake that is my mind. Luckily even the hardest stones can metamorphosize. After all, coal eventually turns into diamonds. Someday. All I need is time.

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Hope you guys enjoyed that prose poem btw.

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