i can't stop picking at the skin under my fingernails
everytime i look at the first picture i ever saw of you
the world switched on me
i have a bran new start.
my slate was cleaned
(only after entering the void)
i was scared and alone,
sure that i would never come back.
sure that i would live 3 lives simultaneously.
tri colored in every which way,
i was stuck in formation
most similar and related to
the fibonacci sequence.
and now that i have overcome this,
and moved through every door.
i still have the keys,
and i know which ones it will take
to open the correct doors to get to you.
i have no fear.
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
i can't stop picking at the skin under my fingernails
everytime i look at the first picture i ever saw of you
the world switched on me
i have a bran new start.
my slate was cleaned
(only after entering the void)
i was scared and alone,
sure that i would never come back.
sure that i would live 3 lives simultaneously.
tri colored in every which way,
i was stuck in formation
most similar and related to
the fibonacci sequence.
and now that i have overcome this,
and moved through every door.
i still have the keys,
and i know which ones it will take
to open the correct doors to get to you.
i have no fear.
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