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Sweet Nothings

danger
Makes you week
Makes you strong
You long for that bit of thrill to keep you alive
Adventure, running with your dark side
Popularity, gained by selflessness and selfishness
Who are you anyway
But a shadow waiting to be carved into a flower or a gun
A drop of rain
A taste of blood
Wild thunderstorms release you
Dancing in the dark with guilt on your left and self righteousness on your right
Opposites but close
Like a repelling magnet
Your hair turns black
Your lips turn red
Your heart to stone
Why should I care
Id rather have danger than misery
As long as it means something
As long as I mean something
Intertwined with cuts of boredom
I will wait for my sick happiness

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