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In porcelain skin, you seek to hide, the stains of shame, the weight inside, you call yourself a doll, a lamb so white, an innocent thing, untouched by night. But pink-hued dreams, and rosary beads, can't wash away the secrets you've concealed, the whispers in the dark, the choices made, the ghosts that haunt, the paths you've strayed. You cling to symbols of a bygone age, a nostalgic longing for a simpler stage, but innocence, like youth, is lost in time, and no amount of prayer can rewind the crime. The colour pink, a fragile, fading hue, can't cover up the truth, the things you've been through, the fears that grip, the doubts that creep, the shadows that haunt, the demons that seep. You're scared of God, of judgment's might, of being seen, of being cast into the night, but rosaries, like talismans, can't keep at bay, the darkness that lurks, the fears that stray. Oh, lamb, oh doll, oh innocent thing, you're not as pure as you would have them sing, you're complex, messy, multifaceted, and worn, a tapestry of flaws, of trials, and of scorn.
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Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 6:44 AM UTC
You can’t lurk beneath the light forever.
In porcelain skin, you seek to hide, the stains of shame, the weight inside, you call yourself a doll, a lamb so white, an innocent thing, untouched by night. But pink-hued dreams, and rosary beads, can't wash away the secrets you've concealed, the whispers in the dark, the choices made, the ghosts that haunt, the paths you've strayed. You cling to symbols of a bygone age, a nostalgic longing for a simpler stage, but innocence, like youth, is lost in time, and no amount of prayer can rewind the crime. The colour pink, a fragile, fading hue, can't cover up the truth, the things you've been through, the fears that grip, the doubts that creep, the shadows that haunt, the demons that seep. You're scared of God, of judgment's might, of being seen, of being cast into the night, but rosaries, like talismans, can't keep at bay, the darkness that lurks, the fears that stray. Oh, lamb, oh doll, oh innocent thing, you're not as pure as you would have them sing, you're complex, messy, multifaceted, and worn, a tapestry of flaws, of trials, and of scorn.
You can’t turn to God to repent if all you’ve done is blame him for your wrongs.
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15/F/void
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 6:44 AM UTC
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