There's a million things about you,
that I could never face.
The reasons why you'd make me cry,
and keep me in my place.
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The beauty of a craddled imperfection has infested in my being.
I am nearly infinite in my chaotic downfall.
As I was once fed to the lions,
I became the beast.
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My skin crawls at the indecisive touch.
As my eyes, covered, still see.
My body cringes to the burn,
that any flesh dare set to my own.
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My mind walks the miles that I'd not dare step,
as the sun peeks through my curtain upon my chest.
If any other simplicity could embrace my tortured emptiness,
I have not found it.
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Your always on my mind
you always put a smile on my face
ill meet up with you
and we'll go back to my place
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I love you
I whisper that to you every night
as you sleep with me
as you hold me while i cry
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I wake to realize - I am subject to pain and withering eyes, a soul too tired to electric love, to exhist.
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I waited and watched life go steadily by to the beat of a clock - the constant tic tic tic lengthening out each passing moment, the air seems heavy with guilt and fear, each breath like breathing a thick cloud of pollution.
The anxiety of the wait, dreding the phone call only to hear, ‘he’s died’ on the other end. Words so cruel pierce the heart like sewing needles through an apple - he was only young.
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I stood at the sink,
warm water running over my arm.
It hurt,
but not nearly as much as it had.
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I walked across the borderline,
five noose' around my neck,
my hands tied behind my back.
What crime had I commited?
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