This is how it feels:
Love is terrifying
Happiness is a knife
Roses are Death
I try to love them
Me--alone in a world filled with crazies
Me--a snake as cruel as the burning sun
I am only a reflection
I am a tissue: used and thrown away.
So this is how it feels:
The past is a shadow
Tears of blood
Life begins to fade.
It is more than just a lost life.
Coins will buy no time.
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