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Mar 2019
We all have masks on, we only allow who we dont mind being hurt by to remove it.
Everyday is a new day to create a new mask
Every night is a cold windy night to cool down while overthinking
The pleasure our mind gives us when we need silence, overthinking
Yellow little sunshine pour into my molded frown and burn me to smile cause my wounds are burns for my fake happiness. Yellow meet sun
Orange fruit give me your sour taste to help me realise the bitter sweet truth lies within me. As i hold in the truth hold hands with yellow and burn me as you help yellow brighten the sun.
Red eyes given when thinking of you. It's the colour that flows out of my body as i lie on the bed of needles, each point as sharp as my feelings for you yet hidden to the naked eye and painful for the oblivious body
Green grass the effect that calms the mind. An ingredient that kills my lungs and frees my mind is green too. I should let you go yet you give me so much comfort that the world fails to give. My opinion right.
Blue ocean. The only place i want to be, for the ocean i would leave everything. For the ocean i will forget everything. My weakness.
Mercia
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Mercia  24/F/USA
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