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Plastic strips or human spleen A random thought, a gift to me All distractions I have tried The vibrance in me have died All I do I keep to myself From judging predators, all monsters All of them, contributors To the inferno in my mental realm No human can ever understand Before I pull the rope or strand Pierce my vein, beating now I want no pain so tell me how Stitches from my childhood I cut open without direction Remedy me like a therapy would Priorities have no intention I cling to my red earphones Spikes, I took off these arms A cap to conceal this fatal beat No end, no rhyme
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Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 2:42 PM UTC
Changing Your Image, Still The Same
Plastic strips or human spleen A random thought, a gift to me All distractions I have tried The vibrance in me have died All I do I keep to myself From judging predators, all monsters All of them, contributors To the inferno in my mental realm No human can ever understand Before I pull the rope or strand Pierce my vein, beating now I want no pain so tell me how Stitches from my childhood I cut open without direction Remedy me like a therapy would Priorities have no intention I cling to my red earphones Spikes, I took off these arms A cap to conceal this fatal beat No end, no rhyme
wrote this so it'd be featured on an exhibit at my college but that didn't push through, what a pity
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19/Milky Way
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 2:42 PM UTC
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