The Disco

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Thoughts drifting through my tears.
A chemical reaction bound by fear.

What is a laugh?
What is a cry?

Are they going to come for me like last time?

My dreams I don't awaken from.

The movement shakes my bed.

All things I saw inside my head.

I left with words unsaid.

Chemical reactions, and the torture we endure.
We are supposed to live and learn.

We yearn to feel the burn.
When is it my turn?

I move through the motions like a child at a disco.

I see the colors and let go.

No fear of the unknown
No constant or monotonous groan.

I live in the circumstances that I make.

Happiness is really hard to fake, so I laugh and stake my claim.
I can't let myself be tamed.

I move through the motions like a child at a disco.

Grab my hand, let's go.

Feel yourself drift through the unknown.

Sit upon your pretty throne, and make it somewhere you call home.

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