The needlepoint Deep with in Pain injected In my skin Feeling high Off the lies In my bloodstream There they hide Pure disease Is all it is Love's the dream Hate's the bliss The needlepoint Emerges out Possessing pain I can't cry out
Reason for writing:
it's a metaphor of the lies my x always told... how some of them (like: "i love you", "i care for you" and so on...) made me feel so great... but i learned they were just lies...
Birth sign: Taurus
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