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home is built upon wood and cracked hearts with doors slamming like gunshots and the dining room tables has been split home is a funeral in my chest
My brain fights my heart I beg for it to stop. As it clogs my veins, I begin to rot. I embrace the bait and I just want to shout “Fuck you fate!” My eyes hush the tears,
A smile on the face is my disguise... the truth is hidden behind my eyes... never was i good at emotional epression... never did i want anybody to ask questions...