Small cuts run the deepest
Why can’t I just get over it?
Don’t ask don’t tell, let me lie and say I am well
It’s not what you said; it’s what it meant to me
Plagued and plundered by this unrelenting intensity
Used to be so easily numb, dead to myself
Now this pours out of me like rapids through a broken valve
Can’t see, don’t breathe, my eyes upset so drearily!
Don’t you know how to read?!
I grew this healthy scenery, the roots live deep
Don’t inquire in me and disturb the fragile leaves
Futile notations cause a storm in my frame
My compassion is too heavy even more then my hate
Clarity in appearance will justly show the weight
Distorted ammunition is what helps the bullet past my skin
You don’t have to understand just put some of your care in my hand...to solace my intricate underground








~Ami-chan
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Everybody whispers where birds fall dead
I smell the yellow sickness churning inside your head
Wiping flecks of foam, twisting with rabies
Bloody, we run through these fields of dead daisies
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<newklear> I love how this room is 83% homosexual connotation, 8% conspiracy, 5% BEWBS, and 4% actual talking.
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Winning isn't everything. Sometimes both sides lose.
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"beauty in the breakdown"
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