I sat there vomiting words like it would save me.
Nothing could.
The vultures came in record time, picking away at the cells that
I thought could protect me, turning me into a skeleton.
I would dance for the people, making my bones clink like china.
The shackles jingling around my ankles like Christmas bells.
I would destroy myself to meet their ideals.
Nov 16, 2011
Nov 16, 2011 at 9:40 AM UTC
I sat there vomiting words like it would save me.
Nothing could.
The vultures came in record time, picking away at the cells that
I thought could protect me, turning me into a skeleton.
I would dance for the people, making my bones clink like china.
The shackles jingling around my ankles like Christmas bells.
I would destroy myself to meet their ideals.
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