I am not an island.
I am not sure what everyone expects of me but I can't be that person that simply just walks nonchalantly as a gaping hole is profusely letting out blood.
In this fiction I have created, the fiction that is my venom, the entropy that is constantly tugging at every good chord in my thoughts…
I've fought too hard to have gained "nothing" for my troubles. Why do people expect me to just simply reach out and say 'okay'?
I am not an island. The poison tainted too much of my dreams for "this" place.
I am not sure what everyone expects of me but I can't be that person that simply just walks nonchalantly as a gaping hole is profusely letting out blood.
In this fiction I have created, the fiction that is my venom, the entropy that is constantly tugging at every good chord in my thoughts…
I've fought too hard to have gained "nothing" for my troubles. Why do people expect me to just simply reach out and say 'okay'?
I am not an island. The poison tainted too much of my dreams for "this" place.
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