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I’m sorry don’t leave me I want to be the girl, you want me to be. I’m sorry, don’t fight me, I’m not as strong as I used to be I’m sorry, I don’t want you to see, all of the thoughts, locked inside of me. I’m sorry, my love’s not free you’ve got to
Can you hear it? The faint roll of the drum. I feast off your fear, Anticipating what’s to come. Do you see it? The moon has turned red. All those demons you battled, Are coming back from the dead. First you’ll see the talons That haven’t forgotten the taste of your pain. And what of
PopPop, like a gun, But it’s just the fireworks. Trying hard not to run, From all of these jerks. Use my hands to cover my ears, Close my eyes so I can’t see, Try to drown the memory in tears, But still remains that part of me. 12-year-old me begged and pleaded, Crying to not
Sour taste Tense throat Regurgitate Till I float Blurry in the eyes Dizzy in the head Images project Ways to be dead Choke on Him Reach for Serenity His talons Don’t release me Close my eyes Pretend to be okay Ignore the clouds rolling On a sunny day Loud is the thunder Down comes the
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