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My eyes open Pierce through the dark I crawl into my skin Its time to pretend to be a monarch A dead black heart Rotting flesh that surounds Completely torn apart Held together by a mask that bounds Youthful and spry Confidence amplified If only they knew it was lie And I was really dead inside The anxiety that some one will see Inside to the real me Would I be killed if I was detected Or would I be accepted This black heart still has hopes and dreams That life is more then it seems That this mask is a cocoon And I will be some thing beautiful soon
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Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 7:26 AM UTC
Dreams Of A Black Heart
My eyes open Pierce through the dark I crawl into my skin Its time to pretend to be a monarch A dead black heart Rotting flesh that surounds Completely torn apart Held together by a mask that bounds Youthful and spry Confidence amplified If only they knew it was lie And I was really dead inside The anxiety that some one will see Inside to the real me Would I be killed if I was detected Or would I be accepted This black heart still has hopes and dreams That life is more then it seems That this mask is a cocoon And I will be some thing beautiful soon
ericmartin
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Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 7:26 AM UTC
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