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Chipped Porcelain
The soft edge of cruelty
cutting ever so slightly,
nightly, reminding me of something
of nothing and everything.
The haze of empty looming over me, controlling me,
my thoughts are exhausting me
that feeling of heavy,
I almost cant breathe.
A wreck, it's how I live
madness and sadness
it's all cool because we are kin
night after night
again and again
cutting ever so slightly,
nightly, reminding me of something
of nothing and everything.
The haze of empty looming over me, controlling me,
my thoughts are exhausting me
that feeling of heavy,
I almost cant breathe.
A wreck, it's how I live
madness and sadness
it's all cool because we are kin
night after night
again and again
Published 9th Apr 2019
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