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nothing, everything
maybe too much matters
I get lost somewhere in between
trapped inside
a suspended state of tension
know me, slowly
softly sway
float through
a warm glow
frozen solid
soul to core
The cut of your fingers
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Snipped like sissors through
My blooming peach.
Love is...
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Purely Physical
When You Wield The
BLADE.
Words become colours,
Dancing off the page.
Some the rainbow,
Some black, grey or baige.

Each colour a different story,
Blending to an ending.
But if rainbows don't end,
Is there no such thing as happy endings?
Greeted by a shadow,
In the middle of the night.
Emotional feelings,
Replaced with fright.
And on my bed,
I found a lock.
The one from my gate,
Quiet the shock.
...
I swear I was fine yesterday
sudden blues
Mirror mirror on the wall I’d give anything to be small.
Feeling like the hippopotamus waiting to be kissed by the prince. Are little girls supposed to hate themselves like this.
I want to lead, be a Princess a Queen? Someday I’ll be what the people demand of me.
Adjust the corset, tighter ... tighter. Stomach acid rises, my crown slips off.
I am slowly decaying, the Princess of rot.
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