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Rail the pain.
Light the depression.
Hit the swings.
Drop the isolation.
Shoot the insecurity.
Devoted to his numbness.
Created a world of beauty.
Demolished our reality.
Shed a tear, he only grows stronger.
Embellished in disassociation.
Glistening in desolation.
Sparkling dysmorphia.
Fabricated euphoria.
Found in a rainbow.
Twinkling snow.
A quarter, a dime.
For him, to be satisfied.
Why?
He makes you think you’re not worth your own time.
He’s selfish, he’s greedy.
An inner bliss to be met by his lips.
To close your eyes, forever.
Perpetual forgiveness.
How much longer?
I don’t want this, and frankly, I didn’t ask for this.
Every beat, every pulse, every moment.
Taken for granted.
Selfish, weak.
You know he watches, waiting, lurking.
He wants you to do it, he knows he’s right.
So, he says: what are you waiting for?
I need this to go away.
The only way.
It’s the only way.
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"Sparkling dysmorphia.
Fabricated euphoria."
^You have some extremely strong lines in your work <3
I hope you feel better after getting this off your chest!
ReplyI just looked at some of Plath's work. I am astonished at their similarities. I did feel better after writing this <3
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