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I wake up at 3 am Just to hate myself again The loathing crawled in while I was asleep but this is a story that I will not keep This is a story that I will not tell Rainy and cold But she won't ring the bell I try to love harder than the thoughts that deplete But if I don't accept them- am I really complete? For love does not fight It is too soft and kind It nurtures as is Leaves no bits behind So I'll try this on now Zip it right up my spine Applying the heart now To the parts I don't find To be easy to love To be easy to see The parts that burn my eyes out Screaming don't look at me I will love them in distance Space And in time I will love each vibration Because it is mine
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Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
Revival
I wake up at 3 am Just to hate myself again The loathing crawled in while I was asleep but this is a story that I will not keep This is a story that I will not tell Rainy and cold But she won't ring the bell I try to love harder than the thoughts that deplete But if I don't accept them- am I really complete? For love does not fight It is too soft and kind It nurtures as is Leaves no bits behind So I'll try this on now Zip it right up my spine Applying the heart now To the parts I don't find To be easy to love To be easy to see The parts that burn my eyes out Screaming don't look at me I will love them in distance Space And in time I will love each vibration Because it is mine
WillowSunbeam
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WillowSunbeam
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 6:42 AM UTC
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