"I suppose I have a lot of thoughts.
I suppose my mind is one big knot.
I'm trying to untangle this mess.
But I'll do one thing and take a guess.
It's much more tangled than before.
You're an angel, then some whore.
So forgive me for all of these thoughts.
I must share them, but with you not.
I know you read and it means so much.
But words posted in response feel just like your bladed touch.
I'm sorry if I get on your nerve.
It seems lately that's all I can serve.
But I do have to make my way out of this mess.
And if that means I write, then that's good I guess.
Better than the alternative.
Where I take a razor and scars I give.
So I think I'll write as much as I can.
To distract from the broken mess I am."
-c. e.
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