There is no hollow part of me
That needs to be filled
With ***** and excess
Though I wish that there was
Because maybe then I wouldn't feel
Like a broken kite stuck in a tree
Or a girl who peered over the edge
And slipped and fell
Into the dark depths of the well
Because I slipped and fell
Into the darkest depths of the well
I slipped
And I fell
And I can never escape this hell
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
There is no hollow part of me
That needs to be filled
With ***** and excess
Though I wish that there was
Because maybe then I wouldn't feel
Like a broken kite stuck in a tree
Or a girl who peered over the edge
And slipped and fell
Into the dark depths of the well
Because I slipped and fell
Into the darkest depths of the well
I slipped
And I fell
And I can never escape this hell
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