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Lost my mind through black tunnels of blood. Daggers cut at my skin. Ghosts swarm around in my head - causing turmoil. Metal grates - I sigh at the beauty. Ice runs over my body as I lie dead in the baking sun. Cigarette in hand I am alive. To break, to search, to long for love. It's been hard to breath; it's been hard to think when my head's in a vice. Desired but not loved. In the silence of the chaos. I acknowledge that I soon will be leaving. Returning to where I am not needed. I try to free myself. Escape like a bird from its cage - but instead they chain me to my bed. They whip me till I bleed. There must me a reason for me to survive. I should be smiling, not wallowing in self pity. I should just shut the fuck up and be happy. |
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