(Because underneath the ugly it’s beautiful)


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Nothing can compare to this uncontrollable hold on my throat.
It’s hard to breathe.
It’s hard to persist.
I know,
In this paramount abyss I’m strong and I am going to go on.
It just isn’t the song that I sang to you through the wired.
Those daydreams and some days,

Expired.

It’s unbelievable, the anguish, her language can contain.
Retaining every stunning impact and sustaining all the pain,
Fucking inspiring lightning words shoot bolts into my spirit.

Shit.

Nothing can compare to this reminiscent jolt to the system.
It’s hard to think.
It’s hard to perceive, or know, where the fuck I am going to go.
I just don’t know for right now.

But I do have ideas for tomorrow.
And all of this “by the way” of each day will stay.
All of this love and hate,
“Hellos” and “Good-byes”,

Tears in the eyes.

Gone?

Just like that?

Could any of it ever belong or be missed?

Wish.

Destroy all of this.

Wish.

Demolish all of this.

Splat…

And it’s dead?

No.







It’s going widespread around the world instead.

In black…

And red.




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