- i painted it & created it, and when you told me to fix it i broke it more. i keep looking for ways to piece it together, from glue to astral projection - it never gets better.
- you told me i will always be this way but i differ, my worth is not defined by the actions of those around me
- and if i was to speak in a lower octave in a louder voice would i ever get heard? would i ever get heard?
- i found myself in a valley, built with sticks and stones, i made myself out of everything that i know, i made myself, i made myself,
- but you are made of gold and wire, delicately crafted for the war you desire - we are two machines fighting for what we believe is clean, but i recognize the difference between dreams & make-believe
- i look for different pieces, try to piece it together, and if i talked to you would you say it matters? if i found the key to reverse this heaven (or hell) would you let me in, or would you pick me up in your golden palms, re-birthing me to live out my most fragile sin - humility & identity, i thought it didn't exist.
aug 3 2019 ∞
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