what stupidity i’ve shown to you thus far because i race your mind and it always wins i feel i have to tiptoe quietly around your thoughts.... walk on eggshells be agreeable, be polite spit my sin in another direction dig a hole for the lovelorn soul i behold push my glory past your doors and shut them in quiet hope, feebly anticipating you aiming another arrow in the atempt to pierce my soul i’m not enough and will never be your words hit me in difficulty i never know what to say when you carry the key and unlock the doors, my opinion always floats its way to the top of your fishbowl dead, then flushed away what stupidity i’ve shown to you thus far, walkig on eggshells sinking my own sailboat drowning in assumed apathy shoving my attempts back down my throat or into my closet only to return regurgitate and find these dreams maybe it’ll all still remain....Birth sign: Scorpio
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