If you look outside you will see a fraction of my soul- dark, gray, and dreary.
They are my bitter thoughts; my secret devils at my ear, stirring up inner turmoil.
I say that I don’t care, but my heart begs a contradiction. It spins and twists, burns and crumbles; it aches for something more. Yet I bite my tongue and keep it stuck to the roof of my
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