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dare i wonder what you think of me for i do not know what i think of myself. maybe there's a difference between how you see yourself and how you let others see you.      am i a plague or a remedy      am i stone cold or burning flames      am i chilled to the bone or am i a home sometimes home can be a person, but i am no home. my hands are cold, they will burn you with frost. i am kind but i am afraid. my chest hurts with the thought of you. not because i wish to have you but because                             i don't. maybe i do, but i am an ocean and you are lost in me. i can see the moon.      do i flee from what i have only to retreat to what i am? i ask of you, are you something new or the                              thing that i can't find. i have a treasure that i wish to keep and                               not soil. you are a treasure of your own. yet i am not worthy. i can have obsidian or i can have gold. Man has always been greedy but i am                       Humble.      am i kind? am i kind to take a cherry with      cyanide pit? you believe me a diamond, but i am only coal. you, my dear, have a heart made of gold.
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Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
obsidian & gold
dare i wonder what you think of me for i do not know what i think of myself. maybe there's a difference between how you see yourself and how you let others see you.      am i a plague or a remedy      am i stone cold or burning flames      am i chilled to the bone or am i a home sometimes home can be a person, but i am no home. my hands are cold, they will burn you with frost. i am kind but i am afraid. my chest hurts with the thought of you. not because i wish to have you but because                             i don't. maybe i do, but i am an ocean and you are lost in me. i can see the moon.      do i flee from what i have only to retreat to what i am? i ask of you, are you something new or the                              thing that i can't find. i have a treasure that i wish to keep and                               not soil. you are a treasure of your own. yet i am not worthy. i can have obsidian or i can have gold. Man has always been greedy but i am                       Humble.      am i kind? am i kind to take a cherry with      cyanide pit? you believe me a diamond, but i am only coal. you, my dear, have a heart made of gold.
#gold#ocean#confusion#cherry#greed#humble#frost#obsidian#cyanide
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Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
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