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The wounds of separation constantly weeping. Never healing properly because you keep picking and reopening the scars. Biting and chewing until there's nothing left. Your self destructive, emotionally cannibalistic nature is apparent. Everybody cares, right? Why else would the constant lies and condescending suggestions be bombarded upon your already weary mind. Even in theses recurring dreams you find no relief. For others dreams are fantastic things of beauty. For you they're as dangerous as yellow cake in the hands of the despot. Constantly changing, pushing and detaching now. Starring into the mirror. Who is this? Things we don't talk about.
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
Things we don't talk about
The wounds of separation constantly weeping. Never healing properly because you keep picking and reopening the scars. Biting and chewing until there's nothing left. Your self destructive, emotionally cannibalistic nature is apparent. Everybody cares, right? Why else would the constant lies and condescending suggestions be bombarded upon your already weary mind. Even in theses recurring dreams you find no relief. For others dreams are fantastic things of beauty. For you they're as dangerous as yellow cake in the hands of the despot. Constantly changing, pushing and detaching now. Starring into the mirror. Who is this? Things we don't talk about.
overthinker
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
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