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augustus_glitch Words form the armor I hide in.
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Defining the difficulty of simply being, in the midst of someone wanting to be with me.

Emptied

Of all the things I'd never want to be

It'd be me, above all things

A beast with no rhyme or reason

And dreads its own heartbeat

A wandering savage with no home

Intentionally, to be alone

Exiled to a wasteland of thought

And imprisoned where its tentacles can't breach

There is nothing good to feel or see

As it's all gone sour inside me

And a bloated husk is all that remains

A never-was, sprawled in the sun, on which the crows may feed

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