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The pain you gave me made me heal Made me feel real When my thoughts turned into a spiral And i found myself in a trial I ended up at my existence No big resistance For days flow of feelings Staring at different ceilings But it all happened so real And for a moment a glance i steal On myself Which i stored on a shelf Locked in a room Called doom Ivy over the facade In which I laid Curtains over my eyes To fall in a sleep of rolling dice Seeing you through the curtain Made me think for certain Lifted one arm out the ivy Which held me so tightly Might i fall And then crawl To the door of doom My vision sore of gloom A glance inside Makes me want to hide The ivy i felt Of which i was held May my heart´s weight Make me fall down straight May the facade i had chosen fall The ivy loosen even if it grew tall Ivy as tight as a hug Made me be stuck It had cut through my skin But it held me thin To an ornate **** im ******* I would never be crude Now i hang in it And sang of lilit
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Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 9:25 AM UTC
Ivy
The pain you gave me made me heal Made me feel real When my thoughts turned into a spiral And i found myself in a trial I ended up at my existence No big resistance For days flow of feelings Staring at different ceilings But it all happened so real And for a moment a glance i steal On myself Which i stored on a shelf Locked in a room Called doom Ivy over the facade In which I laid Curtains over my eyes To fall in a sleep of rolling dice Seeing you through the curtain Made me think for certain Lifted one arm out the ivy Which held me so tightly Might i fall And then crawl To the door of doom My vision sore of gloom A glance inside Makes me want to hide The ivy i felt Of which i was held May my heart´s weight Make me fall down straight May the facade i had chosen fall The ivy loosen even if it grew tall Ivy as tight as a hug Made me be stuck It had cut through my skin But it held me thin To an ornate **** im ******* I would never be crude Now i hang in it And sang of lilit
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16/germany
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 9:25 AM UTC
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