Can I Die
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Not everyone was born to get hurt and bleed, not every bone was put not to crack and break, not every breed is iron and steel, not every cut was meant to heal. So we capture those moments in ourselves of happiness and place them in crimson soked sheets. we cover ourselves from the eyes that never sees. putting up brick by brick and plaster our bodies with personas and cloths to hide our true skin, not the skin we were bone with, the skin they made us live in.
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A fleeting universe A father as a curse A boy with no face nor name Another that's been put to shame A song in the dead night A bruise in hardly a fight The sweetness of a voice The ruins of a choice Compromise over love Hawk over dove Scowl replaces laugh In a galaxy cut in half "I realize I've been dying since the day I was born-we all have been." "We are merely toilets. Feelingless. Looking instead of jumping, because our plastic covers say we're happy. The only reason I've been looking for so long is because I love somebody..."

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