Wash me in cleansing waters.
Purify my aching brain.
Rinse out all these memories,
So I can start again.
There’s not enough water on Earth,
To wash away my shame;
The only thing it’ll wash away,
Is blood shed in my name.
Wash me in cleansing waters.
I cannot stand this pain.
My skin is burning underneath,
And it’s driving me insane.
K. Aldaya, 9/18/15
Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://t-ears.tumblr.com/post/25614458678
My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 
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I like your poetry.. I was doing a random google image search for “I don’t exist’ and it lead me here. Do you believe in coincidences? I don’t. I’m quite lonely and my world has shrunk to none. Would you like someone to talk to? I know I would…
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Thanks. My contact email is mysoulisalockwithoutakey@gmail.com, but I’m actually busy a lot lately so I’m not sure I’d be the best person to talk to right now. However if you do write I’ll respond as quickly as is possible. I’m here if you need to talk I just might sometimes take awhile to answer back.😉
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This reminds me of Castle of Glass” by Linkin Park (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ScNNfyq3d_w).
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🙂
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