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eyes strained wide with wonder tilted up at the new moss stripes appearing in the sky the streetlamps have never looked as angelic as they do tonight. as i walk to the metronomic beat of the song inside my headphones heart's struggling with its size and beat of the flames blazing within my head feels busy with a buzz of racing thoughts- thoughts thoughts thoughts but i am the holy one tonight. aches and pains feel light as i step forth there is no past there is no future there is only me me: the one who purges the devil prodding the inside of my skull through quick taps on a keyboard typing out what cannot be spoken chugging back what cannot be spilled puffing in what cannot be let out i am no longer the curse i swore i put upon my loved ones hope leaves a rash on my forearm and the scratching proceeds for i am the holy one but, only for tonight.
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Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 4:11 AM UTC
hope feels weird
eyes strained wide with wonder tilted up at the new moss stripes appearing in the sky the streetlamps have never looked as angelic as they do tonight. as i walk to the metronomic beat of the song inside my headphones heart's struggling with its size and beat of the flames blazing within my head feels busy with a buzz of racing thoughts- thoughts thoughts thoughts but i am the holy one tonight. aches and pains feel light as i step forth there is no past there is no future there is only me me: the one who purges the devil prodding the inside of my skull through quick taps on a keyboard typing out what cannot be spoken chugging back what cannot be spilled puffing in what cannot be let out i am no longer the curse i swore i put upon my loved ones hope leaves a rash on my forearm and the scratching proceeds for i am the holy one but, only for tonight.
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Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 4:11 AM UTC
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