Fight it out Wound your memories Careful, the mouth you are about to use is extremely bitter. Take my keys I am drunk on desire, nothing I can have. Peel my skin It's broken at your touch, my heart was alive. My coffee looks like mud, I haven't had my breakfast yet. My writing is as always barely legable. Except to me, the mind that wrote it. It all makes perfect sense, there are no words to decode it. What does this mean to you? chikken shit. I am the voice, I am your torment. I am your thinking confusion. A chain of dead cells I grow, I keep them close to keep my pale neck warm. Oh I want you, but the block is on me, the reality doesn't connect when I want it to. Time means nothing to anyone but the one who feels it. Time to get moving after this series of inspirations... I'll wash my face and dress up and wear socks to keep my toes from getting cold again. Signing off, I need to get some things done.Birth sign: Aquarius
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