A pull of the rug and the world falls from view. Twist the rag and drip my life away. Sounds of lies and deception and miscomunication. The cold grip of rejection killing my heart. Resevoires behind my eyes fill past copacity till my head bursts from the pressure. The I stop and realize that, I'm right back where I started, just a little more fearful of exposing myself to the few.
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We are the thing that burns.
oblivion is all around, what makes you feel alive?
What is beating the heart?
Know thy self and become invincible. For why does the truth care about the truth?
Smoove on D'