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My Secrets
Shut within her locket, memories, that corrupt her sense of stability to the ground. Fireworks corrupt her mind with the intention to seep her through the limits of her illogicality. Corrupting my mind with verbal words and melody, seems to always go this way. Corrupted by not being able to verbalise my feelings, because it’s always me who’s illogical and no one else.
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Connected 💥
I’m troubled, always disconnected. Maybe a little preoccupied with my obsessions. Trying to keep in my compulsions, the ones that always end up coming back to you. I have a Rhodonite bracelet, that keeps me feeling connected to you.
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Purgatory
You made me a beautiful painting, and then signed another’s name to it. The girl in the painting, her eyes are filled with salty water. She swims, and lives in dreams. You’re waiting for her rain in the sleepy desert you call purgatory. Meanwhile she’s drowning in her own purgatory.
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