Dust I sat staring into my hands, I had crushed the world, Into little pieces, The dust still hanging on my finger tips, It had thrown me away, Rejected me like so much else, I had to crush it, Like it had me, I had to destroy it, Like it had me, I had to ruin it, Like it had me, The airy dust hung on my fingers, Like all the rejection hung on my head.
Reason for writing:
I became so terrible because I thought the world was aganist me. I pushed it all away until there was nothing left but faded memories of things I ruined.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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