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They can see through the glass
Our lips are dripping blood
From telling all these lies
And we both know
That we've really done it this time

*P.H
Zabada Zipporah Apr 2014
at first i could feel me slipping from myself
repeatedly reaching out and pulling my spirit back in
rapidly falling through different levels of darkness
experiencing pain i didn't know existed inside me
the more i fell into myself the more lost i became
jagged edges and sandpaper made me prone to it all
and i could no longer feel the fall..
this is something very old but i felt it fit for today

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