BATTLES.
Cursed by my imagination,
teaming with echoes of situations.
I do not feel well, pressed beneath this spell.
Polishing my social skills,
with one more drink, and two more pills.
I do not feel good, I thought by now I would.
But then again.
It's like one thousand paper cuts,
soaked in vinegar.
Like the battles with yourself,
that leave you ( Read more... )
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it's amazing, i love it. ah.
"Bound by my own disposition,
the endless hunt to find fruition.
I'm insatiable, even if my cup is full."
that's my favorite. <3.
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