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Two black boxes put together
Are creating a black hole,
With flying colours inside.
Yesterday is gone,
There is no tomorrow,
But today is all over the place.
Roses,
Highlight my bruises.
Sunflowers,
Illuminate Hidden confessions;

Softly,
Like petals;
I roam from wonder to another
Yet Swiftly
I vanish.
Fire and mortar
Dust to dust
The sky stained red
From ashes and rust
The flames reach new heights.
They lick the sky,
Burning new trenches.
I wish I could say why.
I'm good at hiding
Can't you tell?
I whisper things
I'd rather yell.

I swear to god
I cross my heart
But you can't tell
The lies apart.

I close my eyes
So that you can't see
The one I'm showing
Really isn't me
I have a group of friends
I'm just not "in" that group of friends
when you know that there wouldn't be a diffrence if u were not there
......"and now I'm just not surprised when people leave. I'm actually more surprised when they stay."
You don't have to be odd,
To get even.
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