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Candy Noire Aug 2014
I am rotten
I am plagued by my own soul
An anti-Midas causing ****
Everywhere I go.

I am broken
And no one understands
How lonely it feels to put your worth
In everyone else's hands.

I am sorry
If I have ever broken your heart
It makes me feel in control
To keep my barriers up.

I am happy
When I am in your arms
And all the pain it goes away
I'm protected from harm.

I am just me
I'm a wounded complicated thing
Although I may not show it much
I appreciate everything my life brings.
lX0st Aug 2014
Please Midas,
Take the golden gun
And shove the golden bullet
Right through my golden skin
And tell me a story about
"All that glitters.."

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