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Your light burns brightly Blinded by such perfection How could I resist?
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She hurt me more than I can bear Her cold tired eyes embracing every inch of my body Her hands, the softest I’ve ever held So delicate for someone with so many scars Reaching out to touch her felt like a dream But she never really opened up to me Overextending myself for someone that
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You should know by now I boldly confess all sins And you were my first
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Color me impressed You have left your mark, my dear Waiting is torture
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Cut from the same cloth Too alike for proper words What will lead the way?
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To the boy with the tired eyes, I hope that you find the success that you’re looking for because you’re killing yourself slowly, kid. You couldn’t handle everything in your life so it all just crashed around you. I never wanted to be one of the things that added stress to your life but I
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Too soon they tell me To be filled with such things To be so crazy
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I don’t know why I have given you so many chances We really are just strangers brought together by chance, connected through feelings Feelings that you cannot express Feelings that you try to repress out of fear that this could be something more than it already is Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my
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I never felt this Weight in my chest, brings me down This is my goodbye.
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This is me on the precipice of the edge. Anxiety slowly creeping through my veins. Exhaustion reaching an all-time high. My eyes can barely open. The filter replicates an ethereal atmosphere. A person trapped in between dreaming and waking. This is me shutting myself off from “reality.” The views don’t matter. The likes don’t matter.
Trapped In The Margins 