Cut me open
feel the beating flesh
Wrapped in turmoil
I know know know this how it ends.
Walk into my grave
Step on the dead petals
of my youth
the beauty of life and vibrance
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Here We Are, But We're Still Lost
I have spilled my heart on this journal and now I am making it public. I doubt what you will find will interest you much. It's only my battered soul.
Lol, sorry, that was really angst, wasn't it?
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