I hurt myself today to see if I still feel. I focus on the pain the only thing that's real, the needle tears a hole the old familiar sting try to kill it all away but I remember everything.
What have I become? My sweetest friend, everyone I know goes away in the end and you could have it all
my empire of dirt.
I will let you down, I will make you hurt. 0I wear this crown of thorns upon my liar's chair full of broken thoughts I cannot repair beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear. You are someone else
I am still right here.
What have I become?
If I could start again a million miles away I would keep myself, I would find a way.
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