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It was in my blood, weaved through blueprints, the very structures of my DNA.
And I missed you, but really, what was the point?
Found my name was no good. Simply fell outta line.
You got what you wanted. So just shut the fuck up.
Butcher the baggage from my name. Just a stranger.
Someone. Yeah, I could be anybody.
'…sharp, dissociative, or maybe she just didn't give a fuck.'
And I missed you, but really, what was the point?
Found my name was no good. Simply fell outta line.
You got what you wanted. So just shut the fuck up.
Butcher the baggage from my name. Just a stranger.
Someone. Yeah, I could be anybody.
'…sharp, dissociative, or maybe she just didn't give a fuck.'
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Breathe
Early morning and
I'm still awake. My mind is
wrapped in my mistakes.
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Not That Day
No one wants to remember their worst nightmare.
No one wants to relive the pain.
No one wants to go back to a time without joy.
No one may want to, but the memories remain.
There was a time when I trusted people.
There was a time when I let others inside.
There was a time when every bruise was accidental.
There was a time, but that time is long past.
Maybe some day I'll have the will to live.
Maybe some day I'll learn to love again.
Maybe some day my scars will heal.
Maybe some day, but today is not that day.
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Leave her alone!
I see you, hear your cries
They may come from the heart
You blame others for filthy lies
But yet, you fail to see
And still, you fail to listen
You assume, think you know
But you don't understand
I see you, hear you whine
Maybe you really miss her
Maybe you cannot understand
She has a life on her own
Come on, get up. I know it's hard
Move on, you can't have her back
I see you, hear you still
See, the more you complain
The more pathetic it looks
Without a true apology
She is not to blame for this
She had suffered far too long
I see you and hear you
And for the last time "Stop!"
She has enough of you, just go
Leave her, do
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She’s pressing through me, flickers of anxiety flaring in my chest.
She is not me.
I could have been a ghost.
(yeah, but what the fuck for?)
She is not me.
I could have been a ghost.
(yeah, but what the fuck for?)
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really enjoy the sharpness of this piece. great lines.