Can't keep battling it
Can't keep fighting for peace
It's been eating me away very slowly
It's like a windy summer day, very confusing
Yet blissful
But be careful it's conniving and pretentious
Resembles death because it's comes unexpectedly
She's been dancing with death because she simply liked the way he "comforted" her and perfected her sorrows
It always managed to comfort her by tearing her down
It comes when you're happy and around people you love
It has so much hatred to give
That it dishes it out and make you despise the ones who care
Makes you a monster
Save me!
Save me!
Save me!
Save me!
She cries, but who hears!!
He did it again
He finally did what he does best at night
But these days he doesn't only lurk in the night
He comes out at day and blends in plain sight
Once it has captured you it will be hard for you to let go
For it makes you fall in love forever
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Tamara SC
Just Another Papercut Survivor
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