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Why do I have to go through this? When will the chattering ever stop? Am I capable enough to follow my dreams? I wonder as I turn the doorknob. Every cell in my body was hated by every cell in yours I was only a child Would you rather suffocate me in drawers? What do you even benefit from it? Being happy in front of others But spit hateful words without people knowing Oh what a hypocritical pretender It’s like being Chained up Whipped up Getting all messed up Or like the cool cyan water Being ferociously consumed by the swift fiery orange Rushing through like the high tide Seine delta But Plushies, Blankies and Aromatherapy Radiate through every inch of my body, Experiencing tranquillity Faintly hearing... “Are you alright love?” “I was afraid you would.” “I’m glad that you’re okay!”
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
Smultronställe
Why do I have to go through this? When will the chattering ever stop? Am I capable enough to follow my dreams? I wonder as I turn the doorknob. Every cell in my body was hated by every cell in yours I was only a child Would you rather suffocate me in drawers? What do you even benefit from it? Being happy in front of others But spit hateful words without people knowing Oh what a hypocritical pretender It’s like being Chained up Whipped up Getting all messed up Or like the cool cyan water Being ferociously consumed by the swift fiery orange Rushing through like the high tide Seine delta But Plushies, Blankies and Aromatherapy Radiate through every inch of my body, Experiencing tranquillity Faintly hearing... “Are you alright love?” “I was afraid you would.” “I’m glad that you’re okay!”
courtgrip
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Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
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