There is a deep dark place inside me. That seems to bleed into the rest of me.
Thoughts of violence, death, pain, angst, suicide a dilapidated version of i .
i .. so personal, so personal.. i so alone. so alone.
there is a surprising waiting in hope the flood lights turn on and suffocate the death in me
Thoughts of joy, of clear blue skies, of cold bright mornings, of laughter and love.
i .. so open, so open. i .. so happy, so happy.
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