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Pity Party
Eyes swollen, fingers searching for solace.
Mascara smeared into pinks' "everybody smile" superficial invitation that's carefully brushed across my cheeks...my face is tired.
Can I just BE for a moment?
Submerged in liquid black, screaming to the heavens of misplaced judgments, searching for Godly justification to not be alone.
Overcoming flesh is Gold?
Overcoming flesh is Hell.
If Virtues' price is "far above rubies", then I am coal inflamed, with only ashes for confetti.
Mascara smeared into pinks' "everybody smile" superficial invitation that's carefully brushed across my cheeks...my face is tired.
Can I just BE for a moment?
Submerged in liquid black, screaming to the heavens of misplaced judgments, searching for Godly justification to not be alone.
Overcoming flesh is Gold?
Overcoming flesh is Hell.
If Virtues' price is "far above rubies", then I am coal inflamed, with only ashes for confetti.
Published 5th May 2019
| Edited 6th May 2019
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5th May 2019 10:29pm
6th May 2019 4:36am
6th May 2019 8:03am
6th May 2019 8:15am
Thanks for your kind words Silent_one, yeah sometimes ya just need the freedom of "those days" lol 😂 Thanks for taking time to read.
