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*Like a can
I desire to open myself up
So that someone may taste
And partake in the difference
But none can see
No none can see
At least I believe
In the difference in me*
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 4:40 PM UTC
Lost, gone, darkness, vanished.
Impaled, dead, sliced. Red.
This is a sickness
this is damaged,
this is in my head, it's all over now.
they play ignorance blissfully drifting thru life.
I'm seeing this mutiny, sickly
thru a different light
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC