There may be a war going on inside me.
It might have no reason at all; it may just be fiber vs. fiber, bonds breaking apart at the cost of my stability, for the sake of my lagging passion.
Rising above everlasting fears, beautifully admitting lacks. Looking down at mistakes, imperfections and insecurities as if they were poisonous gases diffusing across every particle, when my body could not have possibly hold them all. I'm just a tiny particle, with arms spread out, hands ready to grab everything, but everything inevitably fading into thin air.
Rising above everlasting fears, beautifully admitting lacks. Looking down at mistakes, imperfections and insecurities as if they were poisonous gases diffusing across every particle, when my body could not have possibly hold them all. I'm just a tiny particle, with arms spread out, hands ready to grab everything, but everything inevitably fading into thin air.
Know know too well
know the chill
know she breaks
my siren
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