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When every inhale brings pins down my throat And every exhale leaves needles in my gut I have to ask myself How is this worth it? When the unseen hand takes a shard of flint And strikes it against my sandpaper heart I have to ask myself How is this worth it? When the inside of my soul is stretched and scratched And my smile starts cracking with the weight of lies I have to ask myself How is this worth it? When I gave you the key to my mind's palace And you let it clatter to the ground from your hand I have to ask myself How is this worth it? When every metallic clang from the key Urges another demon to add another lock I have to ask myself How is this worth it? When the demon I live with is face to face with me And the smile of satisfaction stretches his face I am not convinced That this is worth it.
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Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
Worth It
When every inhale brings pins down my throat And every exhale leaves needles in my gut I have to ask myself How is this worth it? When the unseen hand takes a shard of flint And strikes it against my sandpaper heart I have to ask myself How is this worth it? When the inside of my soul is stretched and scratched And my smile starts cracking with the weight of lies I have to ask myself How is this worth it? When I gave you the key to my mind's palace And you let it clatter to the ground from your hand I have to ask myself How is this worth it? When every metallic clang from the key Urges another demon to add another lock I have to ask myself How is this worth it? When the demon I live with is face to face with me And the smile of satisfaction stretches his face I am not convinced That this is worth it.
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13/Cisgender Female/Beirut, Lebanon
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 3:45 PM UTC
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