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It's that time of year again And my legs are shaking I see the same thing And it's mine for the taking But my hand, its faking To be strong To hold on I don't wanna lose more But I'm not getting close What's happening to me The curtain is falling again The show is coming to close And nothing is seeming to change I remember the time I was doing just fine Everything I wanted Was falling on my side I felt it behind me I was seldom alone Cold breath on my neck Cutting me through my throat. Lust dripped on my skin Terrifying a part of my soul I would have thought to call That memory but it's long since gone
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Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
that time of year
It's that time of year again And my legs are shaking I see the same thing And it's mine for the taking But my hand, its faking To be strong To hold on I don't wanna lose more But I'm not getting close What's happening to me The curtain is falling again The show is coming to close And nothing is seeming to change I remember the time I was doing just fine Everything I wanted Was falling on my side I felt it behind me I was seldom alone Cold breath on my neck Cutting me through my throat. Lust dripped on my skin Terrifying a part of my soul I would have thought to call That memory but it's long since gone
#trepidation#unknown#life#december#winter#verse#rhyme
Kush
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Kush
20/M/India
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 2:51 PM UTC
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