I took my scissors this morning.. 

i dug deep..

I think im still mourning..

the mountain of success is to steep.

           I love the way it feels..

             when the sensations burn through my skin..

                 this poem is about my lips, wich are sealed..

                     if you can read this.. than you win!

I feel the need to take the blame..

i have the need for lust..

My life is full of pain.. 

anxiety &&trust..

           So goodbye for now..

                i leave you with that..

                     i feel so much better now..

                           But still feel like crap.


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