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"Reflections of Self-deception"
Prone to self-depreciation, the contours of your body glowing in fear, radiant sparks of colorless misery. Fingertips frozen blue, pins and needles pricking skin like never before.
And I wonder why your hands tremble the way they do. I know that we are burning out, slowly. You fail to control your thoughts as they dance against the fickle walls of chambers in your mind.
Try to bring out amusement from all the self-loathing, try to bring out freedom in your footsteps pretend that you are not suffocating inside a bubble of clear glass agony.
You wake up to be tortured mentally, before going to bed in sheer disbelief of having survived another day under the torment of the summer sun, skin blistering, gleaming ball of fire. You never liked the sun very much.
And I guess I know why. -H
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Poetry-~- "Because someone once said that happiness is overrated but how can that be true when happiness is all that I've ever chased. "-H --Ranking #404 in Literature 17/5/18 ---Ranking #432 in Poetry 12/4/18 ---Ranking #584 in Poetry 11/4/18 ---Ranking...
