a snake doesn't start off that way, not always. sometimes it's a caterpillar, a noodle, a worm. waking around its every day life, loving and living. being and being free, feeling safe. until a day it's hurt, it's sharpened and poisoned, that safety that once kept it so soft now breaks it's heart. it's a terrifying thought. it's sharpens. all at once. it becomes unrecognizable. it's me, im a snake, but you made me this way. how can you be SO afraid of what you created?
you scared me into becoming something so silent and so scary that no one dares to love me anymore. underneath it all, im just a noodle. waiting for the mystery of love to take a chance on me.
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how I feel
Şiirthese are levels of my soul the pieces of me I hide when I'm all alone
