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What is the point I care Too much Too deeply I have a purpose And then I don’t I look in the mirror And all I see Is a girl who grew up and out of a fantasy She’s pale and detached Plump yet broken She can’t tell her age anymore She’s just ancient Half expecting her face to crack and melt into the tile Part of her is alive and full of rage Passion The other is trapped in a cage A dungeon of fear Pleading for the easy way out It wants to scuttle into the shadows dissipate into the forgotten Constantly these two creatures are flicked on and off On And off A light show of indecisive ideas serenading a seizure to creep forth and calm the losing battle but then... The power goes out .... And whats left?
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 2:35 AM UTC
It Came To Me
What is the point I care Too much Too deeply I have a purpose And then I don’t I look in the mirror And all I see Is a girl who grew up and out of a fantasy She’s pale and detached Plump yet broken She can’t tell her age anymore She’s just ancient Half expecting her face to crack and melt into the tile Part of her is alive and full of rage Passion The other is trapped in a cage A dungeon of fear Pleading for the easy way out It wants to scuttle into the shadows dissipate into the forgotten Constantly these two creatures are flicked on and off On And off A light show of indecisive ideas serenading a seizure to creep forth and calm the losing battle but then... The power goes out .... And whats left?
Super rough. Just wrote it. Wanted to post it.
#death#fear#passion#fantasy#reflection#empathy
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 2:35 AM UTC
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