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Who am I kidding, calling you a crush? When clearly you are so much more. Oh, these confessions, whispered in a hush, For nobody's ears, still raw and sore. My wounds are fresh, I keep them from healing, Cutting the flesh, to cut out the feeling. It's futile, you're still here, in my every breath, I obsess, I confess, it smothers me to death. I hesitate, desperate, I tell myself to stop it, But stubborn heart won't let go, not even for a bit. Like gasoline, dangerous, wild once it's lit, These shackles bind me, drag me down, to the bottom of the pit. This infernal storm, this hurricane, Consumes me from inside - this hollow everlasting pain, This ache I have to hide. Fear not, my love, this tidal wave Will only damage me, To this affliction I'm a slave, It'll drag me into the sea. No one will hear as I implode, Consumed by my own soul, The self-destruct has no code To prevent ashes and coal. I won't die on the outside, but this much I know: This hollow husk carries a torch with an eternal glow.
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Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 9:30 AM UTC
Implosion
Who am I kidding, calling you a crush? When clearly you are so much more. Oh, these confessions, whispered in a hush, For nobody's ears, still raw and sore. My wounds are fresh, I keep them from healing, Cutting the flesh, to cut out the feeling. It's futile, you're still here, in my every breath, I obsess, I confess, it smothers me to death. I hesitate, desperate, I tell myself to stop it, But stubborn heart won't let go, not even for a bit. Like gasoline, dangerous, wild once it's lit, These shackles bind me, drag me down, to the bottom of the pit. This infernal storm, this hurricane, Consumes me from inside - this hollow everlasting pain, This ache I have to hide. Fear not, my love, this tidal wave Will only damage me, To this affliction I'm a slave, It'll drag me into the sea. No one will hear as I implode, Consumed by my own soul, The self-destruct has no code To prevent ashes and coal. I won't die on the outside, but this much I know: This hollow husk carries a torch with an eternal glow.
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Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 9:30 AM UTC
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