➵ owner of happiness

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My face was the canvas and my tears the brush

Strokes down my cheek

The salty taste reminding me of the ocean

Making me want to live 

So so badly


I gasp for air, but I'm smothered, suffocated 

By my own pain, my own lusts


No good to be proud of 

Too much bad to be good


Weak knees, falling into prostration

Seeking, needing:

Emancipation


'' Save me from my self

You are the owner of happiness

So help me God


So help me God ''



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