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Sprinkles of flowers, tiny and delicate
out in a field I've never seen stand unyielding in their fragile statures. They don't think too much or wonder what they should do.
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Black ivory, she was
opposing essence of despair and hope. That it must be
one way, and not the other; never both. These are the ropes that bind us. Standing right before me
Is a chance to feel my body My thoughts turn in upon themselves And no one can unravel any part (of me) Leave my twisted soul to thrash about Let me rage and wear myself out It's best to stay away for now This will go away (I hope) Out of control, crazy, crazy
My mind is spinning My soul is seeping out my pores Don't ask me to explain this I never asked for any of it I'll break it down for you: This is way beyond feeling brave I want to claw my face off! And pull my soul out through my teeth. There's nothing to see here. |
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