wasteland

I am a wasteland.

The emotional junk-heap for myself and all the others who walked away when carrying their load was too much to bear.

The energy is there and must go somewhere.

Go into me.

The scapegoat, wandering dark forest with buckling knees and broken back.
 
 
 
 

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