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Soft enough to wipe away my tears, with them Endless fear and pointless anxiety, ever inflicting lasting comfort and fatal promise. Strong enough to catch me before I fall, to pull me back
I tried to write poetry on my wrist but the blood spread and smeared and now I can't read a thing.
the glamour of necessity isn't it beautiful? break yourself create a fracture. you just want to be accepted, don't you? so shatter your soul and lie in the pile of broken glass