I'm so eager to call off all the promises I made to myself in fear of failing myself in terror that I will kill myself. Ripping any residue of my memories away from my skin, Washing it so clean that I will sparkle. Only I will carry the knowledge of the soiled, soft underbelly of my made-up face, of my taped-up heart, And I will scream with revenge through a deep and dark cave that will gather condensation from the heat of my anger as it echoes off the walls and is slowly devoured by the endless mouth, until I'm driven insane by my own voice, unable to escape the teeth it possesses.Birth sign: Aquarius
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