calm
numbings
trickle from my mind
flooding me with a false security...
and tears...
its okay.... its okay....
nothing
and nothing
utter vast
of space
and time
in shelter
numb-
in not so many words
its okay.... its okay....
for if i breathe
am i not alive?
for if i run
am i not mobile?
for if i sing
am i not free?
for if my shallow heart still beats
do i not exist?
for if these eyes still cry
do you not hurt me?
its okay.... its okay....
floating coma
swimming thoughts
echoing bass
numb-
in not so many words
smack*
*smash
boom*
*hit
thwack*
bleed*
its okay....its okay....
numb-
in not so many words
its okay....its okay....
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But now I realize I'd give anything I have to walk a day in my old shoes. Wondering what my first smoke would be like, my first fuck, my next fuck up.
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I'm a black rose, in your bouquet of white
Hell is so beautiful that it would torment an angel to insanity
William Blake
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Sandy
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STANDING ON THE FRINGES OF LIFE
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