being human
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You pick the pieces
out of my heart
And throw them away
without a second thought
I drink of romance
Carrying me today
for your smile
faked as a common
manipulation
In the beginning
I always considered myself to be like Sherlock Holmes
Logical, a little impractical, stubborn, and
Alone.
Not by anything other than choice of course.
But alone nonetheless
Some believe the brave to be bountiful warriars, However I believe the word "Brave" to be a common misconception. I think it of it as "A dual sided coin." My reason in doing so is because of it's counter-part being "Broken".
i will never know how to breathe without pain
there will always rest a parasite in the wrinkles of my brain
speaking in code to my uterus and to my esophagus,
this "being human"? i'm bad at this
