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Forecasted detachment Pours onto the floor Oh, sweetie, Did you really think I could take any more? The disorganized mess A constellation of blood drops Are spit-sput-spattering Razor blades are my props. Barbed wire barriers Built up in seclusion I close the heavy curtains And hide inside my illusion. I say safety Is solely for the weak But trapped inside my emotions I have no logical right to speak.
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
Borderlining on Being Broken
Forecasted detachment Pours onto the floor Oh, sweetie, Did you really think I could take any more? The disorganized mess A constellation of blood drops Are spit-sput-spattering Razor blades are my props. Barbed wire barriers Built up in seclusion I close the heavy curtains And hide inside my illusion. I say safety Is solely for the weak But trapped inside my emotions I have no logical right to speak.
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Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC
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