Throw it out, keep it in my emotions cut me, razor thin I don't know how or why to give in. It won't be long before I crumble to fate, visions of angels wrapped in beautiful hate as expectations that drown me quietly deflate. While I stagger, weak and weary push you away, wanting you near me, with bright lights in my face I can't hardly see. Touch your face, feel your eyes, immune toward my inner cries the truth is a color I thoughtfully dispise. A thousand fingers dipped in red cover my mouth and blanket my head, if I continue this cycle I'll wake up dead.
Reason for writing:
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Birth sign: Pisces
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