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reality has placed a noose around my neck and i am never winning this game i can't run away because i'm pulled back i can't stay here because this pressure is making it harder and harder to breathe and these bruises on my neck look a lot like the shadow of your hands how on earth did i end up like this? my lungs are dry and cracking because i've been screaming your name in my sleep for weeks and the blood in my veins is contaminated without your lips pulling it to the surface of my skin anymore i can't think about the night sky because i compared every aspect of your being to the universe and now that you've left my galaxies are empty shells of something that used to be i don't feel like a work of art anymore i don't feel like anything anymore you don't watch me anymore everyone else that lays their eyes on me makes my skin feel like it's burning and i'm scratching at my charred flesh to find an explanation as to why you thought it was okay to leave me like this i thought you were the light at the end of the tunnel but i mistook you for the train's headlights -m.v.
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
i wish you would let me go
reality has placed a noose around my neck and i am never winning this game i can't run away because i'm pulled back i can't stay here because this pressure is making it harder and harder to breathe and these bruises on my neck look a lot like the shadow of your hands how on earth did i end up like this? my lungs are dry and cracking because i've been screaming your name in my sleep for weeks and the blood in my veins is contaminated without your lips pulling it to the surface of my skin anymore i can't think about the night sky because i compared every aspect of your being to the universe and now that you've left my galaxies are empty shells of something that used to be i don't feel like a work of art anymore i don't feel like anything anymore you don't watch me anymore everyone else that lays their eyes on me makes my skin feel like it's burning and i'm scratching at my charred flesh to find an explanation as to why you thought it was okay to leave me like this i thought you were the light at the end of the tunnel but i mistook you for the train's headlights -m.v.
melanie-verschoore
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
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