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undefinedcreation
undefinedcreation
it gets dark and lonely here at times.
you’re my favorite chemical reaction
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Apr 10, 2025
Apr 10, 2025 at 5:19 AM UTC
although I fvckin hate science . . .
you lie as a disguise and want me to love the mask I see when I claw to reveal the scars always end up on me you kiss my war wounds after my trample under yo feet you scrape my tears then plate them n serve em back to me
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Aug 31, 2024
Aug 31, 2024 at 1:42 AM UTC
bon appetit
I see The Most High in you yo demons hate that. . .
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Jan 12, 2024
Jan 12, 2024 at 1:43 AM UTC
they try to destroy me .
most times, I’m without words without emotions mute and frozen reoccuring spurts of sadness strikes me and my heart becomes burden and heave see, no one is more disappointed in me than me I know that no one hates me more than I hate myself I show that still, somehow it’s a sick satisfaction I relish when my worse enemy glares back at me everyday
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May 4, 2022
May 4, 2022 at 12:01 AM UTC
e n e m e
he swallows me in his arms at night and wears me when he’s most vulnerable In honor, I clothe him unbeknownst to him while he sleeps the angels and I meet and we celebrate him
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Oct 11, 2021
Oct 11, 2021 at 9:35 PM UTC
h o l y l i n e n
the further I drift the darker I dream
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Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC
get out
it all ends with the inevitable, you hating me in the end.
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Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 10:14 PM UTC
well, I hate me too
*Why, even, start something so beautiful...when it’s going to end so ugly?                              Copy Right 2020 ©
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Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 3:05 AM UTC
Veracus Tragos
Painting with a twist Paint me with your kiss Stroke me with your brush Stroke me till I blush Oil me in your pastels Your lavenders soothes me well Hang me on your wall Until you’re ready to use me... again                                  Copy Right 2020 ©
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Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC
trA
My thoughts alone arrest me Your fresh iron bars fills my vicinity & it protects me from my anxious flights I fight with with my back against the wall and an uncontrollable tremble my body rains this dew of unwavering terror uncertaint thoughts of errors forms theses arrows and I follow them to my demise but if he opens this cage and I can see further than my eyes I may just as well walk to my own ****** suicide   Copy Right 2020 ©
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Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
this is how my anxiety feels