“Awestruck. Nobody owes me awe because awe was the chord my voice struck in me. Invoking the spirit within this realm that had been voided, taken aback, left behind a stray. A blemish in high winds of morning sway. She took me for everything, fame another courtship with tragedy. Mortars to celebrity and offerings to these deities. No fees, you can pay me with adversity. Heed, a little show and no tell of empathy. Sharing in struggle is our currency, you spend it wisely. I left many bemused on how little much time I actually spend on me. Screen time I struck awe within my captivity. Awestruck.”
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