crying in an odd direction, my tears flowing upwards it feels ill
unfortunately with fish swimming in, which are also swimming uphill
my eyes a pond full of many fish, and it's needless to say some are surreal
the instinct that catches up, it's just like any other fear
the fear of being hurt, and fear of hurting without will
these are all just a part of life, and deaths strange appeal
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one of my favs, i hope you like it...
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Poetrysome byproducts of my mental health state. abstract and surreal some stories some real paintings and illusions mostly with a creepy feel i think there must be like a few love poems too? idk tw: (some direct some not) mentions of death, blood, burnin...
