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Anticlimactic
I know I traded something
A part of me
For the splendid splendour of money
I did that thing you shouldn’t do
I gave myself to him
You know, the soul
Cut a piece of myself out for him
You know, the heart
I cut a piece of myself off for him
(You know which part)
But I didn't feel a thing
I'm waiting to miss it
Miss this
Thing
I'm waiting for the pain
You...
Monday 3rd February 2020 1:43 pm
Outside of Herself
"Find yourself"
You can misplace your mind
But
You can't forfeit your mind
When you've built a fort for your mind
Mine is bulletproof,
Double-glazed,
Soundproof,
In here
I can stay outside of myself
I can step outside of the world
Oops
Yesterday,
I watched us having a conversation
From my window panes
Through the heavy glaze
It made me feel some type...
Sunday 1st December 2019 12:56 pm
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