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Fuckindragons

what if I told you..

(unfinished)

what if I told you..

that I’m not alright.

I’m not saying I’m restless,

but I can’t sleep at night.

Due to thoughts of my fears,

and fear of your thoughts..

that everything you’re searching for,

is everything I’m not.

what if I told you..

I’m kindof a mess.

I try my hardest to hide it,

but I break nonetheless.

I’m used to betrayal,

false promise and lies..

words are just words

if they don’t match your eyes.

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stuck beside myself all night I hear your echo in my sleep a simple pro and con of sorts as I’m trying not to creep on wanting words and wording wants

lies depicted as greater truth than truth itself what is truth? but mere perspective spoken words

a fleeting touch sleepy embrace the sunlight casts diamonds on the lines of your face the span of your back

there’s the potential for this to… there’s a strong chance for all th… I’m not saying that all this is ho… there’s a slight chance that we mi… this is the part where I smile and…

I just shouldn't think to myself.

I think to myself– if people were rain I’d be a drizzle and you a hurricane I float through existence

shine on, your simple sunlight two lovers down the line a faintly ribboned path ahead the destination isn’t mine drastic pause, no push to start

have you seen my fire?

have you seen my fire? I’ve misplaced it. somewhere in my darkest resentment… hidden along with my fear of failu… and drive to be my own character

the girl behind my eyes can’t see… it’s like a phantom in glass, you… not quite an image, you can see ri… but I see, that this wraith isn’t… whispers of malice I’ve never spok…

this little girl, grown too cold no drive to divert, no hand to fol… in showing who’s growing up, misery unfolds unknowing, ongoing

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