If you hate me
just tell me
so I can know when to stop kindling
the white coals
burning the skin off my chest,
the aroma of burnt flesh
circulating in my room,
my smoldered bones lying there
waiting for someone else to pick up the pieces.
I see the depression as calm now, Like the ocean, As just something that surrounds me, Something I'm covered...
They stalk predaciously through masks of black. There's nowhere to hide, no turning back. They stalk...
When the wind blows, all worries leaves. When the sun shines, all true colors are seen. When the sea waves,...
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this is really good!!!
real.
real.