im losing my mind
I climb wrists to cut the vines tie twists and knots to hang the air and bottle it up outside, I stare at blank pages while painting views of my mind sink the ocean to keep my boat from floating im the opposite from no emotion you can see me depressingly hoping to make nothing out of something, I am and was not wanting to become who i am or thought i was.....
yeah i know its short but? no wait i have no excuse but a reason to hate every single second of every crimson day just dont ask me i dont care to explain not bitching but a contemporary way of expressing what i feel but not through a logical point of view
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