"I thought I was finally getting over it.
The thought of finally being able to love the sun.
How happy I was when it rained.
Though cloudy, my heart is warm as the summer.
I've never felt so carefree.
Like the shackles that once choked me, it feels like a yesterday's dream.
I've always been in this quagmire.
One foot on the grave.
A single trigger could make me self-destruct.
I'm a walking time bomb.
Baby, could you pull the pin?
I thought I finally loved myself.
The feeling of the intense ember coursing through my veins.
The power I thought I lost is back.
I could break anything.
In my baby steps, I'm catching up.
Reality hit me like a passing truck,
But I know I will get over this somehow.
Self-love is the best love.
Baby, will you help me remove my smudged red lipstick?
I wanna sing that nightmare version in a lighthearted way."
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My Melancholia
RandomHymns for those in dark places, where the sun doesn't reach us, yet we persist in seeking light as human beings.
