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You know those movies where there is someone who can read minds? They are able to know what everyone is thinking? That person usually does the coolest things with his power Except at the end, he kills himself You see, I have a power kinda like that Except I feel what others feel There was this girl I met once This is how it went The second she walked through the door, here overwhelming presence of pain and lost dreams collide over me like a tsunami And she spoke, knives of steel spit from her tongue slice into my lings letting in more of the water As we go to shake hands, the poison from the blade she once held drips onto my skin burning like acid Every faulty statement and untrue word is like a **** to my head She tried to cover up her scars with a smile that fades when the lights are out, and a personality made up of broken promises If you were to meet her, you'd fall in love But to look inside her mind is like opening Pandora's box I smiled and waved as the last of her words ripped my heart apart With the last of her presence leaving the room I wake stretching for breath Opening my eyes to find I'm in my room Realizing I've just met myself
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC
Lost Girl
You know those movies where there is someone who can read minds? They are able to know what everyone is thinking? That person usually does the coolest things with his power Except at the end, he kills himself You see, I have a power kinda like that Except I feel what others feel There was this girl I met once This is how it went The second she walked through the door, here overwhelming presence of pain and lost dreams collide over me like a tsunami And she spoke, knives of steel spit from her tongue slice into my lings letting in more of the water As we go to shake hands, the poison from the blade she once held drips onto my skin burning like acid Every faulty statement and untrue word is like a **** to my head She tried to cover up her scars with a smile that fades when the lights are out, and a personality made up of broken promises If you were to meet her, you'd fall in love But to look inside her mind is like opening Pandora's box I smiled and waved as the last of her words ripped my heart apart With the last of her presence leaving the room I wake stretching for breath Opening my eyes to find I'm in my room Realizing I've just met myself
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Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC
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