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A
simple beat:
The heart’s
chaos strung together
by the amount of
untitled
f***s that the
world rapes us of.
Alive.
It’s the ide..
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Today, there isn’t any sunlight to enhance the
colors of this world I’m surroundedby.
The dullness of the leaves gradually make their ..
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Flirtatiousattemptsto
inhale your soul; to have you.
Hiding
behind the weakness of intoxication, I allow myself to the truth.
Picking
me up, ..
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The
presentation of a memory.
Single file line. Step right. Head
down.
Don’t let the crows feed your soul.
The power of depth. I neve..
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Through the double
doors,we leave our souls at the first step.
My misguided feet now
lead me into a spiral of emotions.
Vomit
comes close but..
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It is by design that our bodies connect.And furthermore, that our actions
are composed of the sparked single moment when our eyes seeour thoughts.
..
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The
Devil was waiting for me when I got back home last night.
And God told me to close my eyes, but I kept on driving.
Jesus saved my life.
But so..
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Found my childhood, all bottled up into a plastic yellow flashlight.
Faded black marker determines the possession between my sister and I.
The ni..
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I saw the candles burn out, just in time for the
sun to come up.
I waited on the feeling of my breathing to inspire me, but when I stood
up,
the c..
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What
does it mean?
A pity f**k then leave crawling back towards the door?
Do you understand what you did to me?
I’m in this hole of shattere..
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