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Oct 2014
strings are played in the background,
the lights dimmed,
shadows twirl into fairy tales
and come to life
where I watch
all alone...
you come at me,
offer me a hand and a handsome smile,
i grab it and we do the swing
as i laugh.
giggling i dance the night away,
young and free, for once.

its when,
i feel the most free,
like im a balloon and can now fly away
far far away into the galaxies that await my arrival,
this is when
it disappears.
punched, shooken, everything goes wrong,
guest yell and scream, running away from
me...
he stares at me and backs away from me slowly,
a monster.
i look down.
I have melted off my costume, my mask,
and all thats left
are my scars, the blood,
a living hell.
i look up and away.
I grab his hand and drag him back with me
to the hell that i belong in.
"writing is an exploration. you start from nothing and learn as you go."-e.l. doctorow
stand by me- by otis redding
idk... started with nothing and im here... sorry for bad grammar and punctuation.
Creep
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