Fixed

Your words are fuel to my ears,
thats what i tell myself to annihilate the pain
locked in a 4 by 4 box suffocated by the razor blades
surfacing the broken scared skin.
PAUSE! FIXED!
sweet nectar of delicate melody's
lift,BRIGHTEN,swip me off my feet
yet lay my soul down for peace
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numbed by the notes passed through my canal
blanked by colorful terms on my canvas
conditions i choose not to follow
judged not by thy actions
FIXED
carefully decided what to inspire the crowd with
Fixed by silence
Lost by substance
Found by music
FIXED

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